News or Something lyrics
You know how we be rockin’You heard
Bright light shining all bright on the BentleyWhip the Cadillac, panoramic, no pantiesOld school Chevy ’55 granddaddyGotta throw some salt on it, ’cause you know I’m getting at itThrow the fork on it, then put it in trafficThrow the sauce on it, got it flying out of DallasHope you didn’t do it to yourself, that’s tragicHope you didn’t throw away what we established
Hope you wouldn’t turn your back on your familyThe way a nigga look ’round here, they’ll back stab youWord from your motherfucking brother, young niggaI just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happyComing through the cut like a known Grim Reaper‘Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaperHold on to that clip like a doped up needleGirl, hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got ’emI seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west sideGold Rolex, it’ll take your peripheralIt’s a full moon in the middle of the dayGot them wolves out, rock a little CartierGot the trap jammed packed like The MasqueradeKnow a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind‘Fore you gon’ knock someone downIf they gon’ shoot, then shoot somethingWe better hear ’bout this shit on the news or somethingWe better hear ’bout this shit on the news or somethingMan down over yonderYoung came through holding on the cane like a drummerThey done took a boss out nigga, no wonderNiggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X’d out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won’t say nothingTrue to these clips, niggas won’t say nothingNiggas true to these clips, niggas won’t say nothing
Had the Parkay jumping out the PyrexHigh definition glass on my pinky fingerNiggas swimming in the water, no paddleNiggas tryna walk in my shadowBought a bird on the bezel, I’m a well known rebelTold a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-FellaTold a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-FellaYou can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the frontstreet where mama said, “Don’t go”, we went thereTrap house embalmed with that crack, then we went thereShawty don’t fuck with these folksThese niggas be telling these days, be telling these days
Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottomsAnd where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got ’emI seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west sideGold Rolex, it’ll take your peripheralIt’s a full moon in the middle of the dayGot them wolves out, rock a little CartierGot the trap jammed packed like The MasqueradeKnow a few real ones ain’t gon’ see they next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
‘Fore you gon’ knock someone downIf they gon’ shoot, then shoot somethingWe better hear ’bout this shit on the news or somethingWe better hear ’bout this shit on the news or somethingMan down over yonderYoung came through holding on the cane like a drummerThey done took a boss out nigga, no wonderNiggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X’d out and we on ganjaThe police wanna talk, but we won’t say nothingTrue to these clips, niggas won’t say nothingNiggas true to these clips, niggas won’t say nothing