My Lil' Niggaz (feat. Chief Keef & Lil Reese) - Fredo Santana

We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards Letting a nigga goon me, I can't imagine But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it My niggas do it for me, ain't no way around it Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it Going crazy, 20's, 50's, 100's, bitch I'm cashing And I ain't really with the talking, bitch I'm money stacking And he ain't really bout' that life, cause he don't love that action And they don't come from where I come from, they wasn't born a savage Late night shit, catch him in traffic I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards We don't really play, homie we about gun action Pistols get to flappin', ball like the Mavericks Chief Keef bitch I'm savage, I'm paper stackin' Pistols get to clappin', niggas get to lappin' Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima That bitch gon' give me neck, neck like a Dracula Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule That bitch want some ransom, she say I'm handsome I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while I'm wildin' and I'm throwing sets up I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while I'm wildin' and throwing sets up We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic

We won't stop we won't stop we at the pressure Just look at my squad since a youngin we been with it Only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches Pull up on yo block with 30's that's a mission Pulling with my squad that a damn mission Don't come around me not a shooter then get missing He might be a police he working what's the business And you niggas don't know me then working what's the business I fuck with o-block 300 that's my niggas Add up both block that to many killas Yo bitch gone fuck both block she know that we them niggas Stay away from lame niggas we don't fuck with you pretender Keep the heater when its cold incase we have to burn a nigga I come from that block lamron 300 nigga Got my broski in the cut and we ain't fighting with cha If you all about money then we'll get it with cha Acting like you can't get touch some niggas will deal with ya I'm out here chasing money call that a self fisher I ain't really gotta talk since a youngin been that nigga Otf and gbe bitch 300 bitch we them niggas These niggas know sosa they know [?] We killing everybody including every witness We ain't fucking around these niggas is snitches I don't care bitch I'm off lean I though my car was missing I'm riding around and I got my shoters with me Reese my big bro for him we shot you hear me We switching lane and foreign cars you hear me We passing round these foreign that's you hear me That bitch like I'm fucking with no condom We pull up in that rari that bitch sound like thunder I be stunting 50 thousand nothing These chains make my neck hurt earring and watch among me

Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn Hop in a foreign and step on it Sippin' on good drank, and I got a loaf on Cops pull me over right now they gon' lock me up 'Cause I got all this smoke on me And I'm so mothafuckin' inked Lookin' like the tattoo man just wrote on me In the all white P1 lookin' like I got a whole bunch of coke on me Slide down, ride down, I'm the king, bow down One day smoke a half pound, milkin' up, cash cow I'm very important, me and my gang don't do pat downs I bet I fucked yo' bitch, told foenem put the racks out You know me and gang goin' for the slide The shit we on finna fly Yo bitch pointin' up to the sky She know I got them mob ties Hammer ridin' 'round with the grass Hammer ridin' 'round with the cash Shoes on your ass, A$AP Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn Damn, Gucci Gang on top Damn, yo' bitch gave me top Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block Damn, pull up, drop top 'Rari Ooh, my bitch off a molly Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin' thottie Ooh, ten bands on my neck Ooh, I just love to flex Yeah, off our area rub on jail Wrists so cold, wrists so wet Lil Pump do be runnin' that check Wrists so cold, wrists so wet Lil Pump do be runnin' that check Wrists so cold, wrists so wet Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop

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Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you They're gonna tell you that they love you when it benefits But the second that it doesn't, you're irrelevant So it's only day ones that I'm steppin' with And any other nigga actin' salty can get peppered quick I caught niggas doin' funny shit a couple times And when I asked 'em 'bout it, they told me a couple lies Man, you can put it on your sister or your mother's life But I know the truth 'cause I can see it in them brothers' eyes That wasn't part of the plan, no, we ain't part of a gang But we just grew up in the same trench Runnin' from the same feds, jumpin' over same fence Lookin' at my pendant like I wondered where the rain went And no lie, I put seven hundred grams of Benzocaine in my whole nine And press it for the whole night And when I go back to my trap in the morning I dash it all down and feel i'm actually ballin' Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you My nigga Melo just came out the can So you know I had to put somethin' straight in his hand And it wasn't from no trap, it came straight from the bank Boy, you know I'm washin' up money big from the trap Only time that they caught me lackin' Your block saw a couples shootings and some naughty steppings Could've sent my lil' niggas but I'm for the action This is more than rappin' Walkin' with a ten, I don't need to talk on that 'Cause we're in the thick of it I was 13 on the block, hittin' little bits Now when I'm look in my pop, there's a brick in it I poured the mix and triple it But still I'm on the millions, takin' pictures with the little kids But no lie, for my young boy guilty For the murder, I'm like, "Oh my, he's gonna get us all life" So when I go back to my yard in the evening I'm looking to the sky, thankin' God for this freedom Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you

Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my she chick wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait, cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? It's Fredo, I'm young and bossy Them niggas love to copy We're bringing straps everywhere you won't get nothing from me You know I step steady, got a show I get ready Step out to my shows all them hoes wanna sex Freddie When I was back in jail I never used to get any Came home, bought a wet Bezzy now they get friendly Man I pray for my sins and I pay for my tings Gave little man a pack and said don't play with the ting My new straps full there's no space in the ting Bro's away on the wing, so I wait for the ring Last year I put all of my faith in some cling Now I feel like this music might blatantly win Man I'm heavy on these tracks and I'm spending all these racks My uncle wants P's but I know he'll spend it on some crack Are you feeling my pain? Used to sit in my cell like damn I'm needing a change Come home and go right back to dealing again Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? The lifestyle's got your chick moist Them man are dead she wants the big boys Straps got a sick choice We the reason why them clicks join You can't talk about the kid, my ting rolls like Bitcoin They young OG, he's steady reppin' Stay heavy steppin' catch one tryna check him Clean hearted dude been reppin' from a yute Like FIFA trouble my circle it was shoot, no lies Hella birds tryna get at the kid, no hype Fuck dat there's hella birds in the crib, there's no time My jail bruddah said "K rap" I said timing, I'm grinding There's no way that I'm rhyming and just surviving I'm all for the peace but still bang mine All in the streets blud I'll bang mine These half-steppers, talking all that killing shit with gang signs Then in the dock ruining a mans life, it's sad times Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai