[Hook 1] Light some kush off in the air right now, right now For my niggas out here lost, and the ones who’re down to ride Drinks up (drinks up), free my niggas (free my niggas) We gettin’ money, screamin’ “fuck you and your feelings!” Don’t make me do it (don’t make me do it) Don’t make me do it (don’t make me do it) Don’t make me do it, (don’t make me do it) Don’t make me do it (don’t make me do it) ‘Cause I’mma ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas Go to war for my brother and that’s word to my momma Don’t make me do it
[Verse 1: Vado] It’s Kool Mo push D in the Wild Wild West (Harlem) All the ballers respect me like Worldwide Wes Denim Supply vest, I bet your girl’ll slide next Chanel hoodies – “what, you think you fly?” – um, yes Don’t make me do it, bang bang when that thing ring Squeeze the lev’ when that thing aim Jesus head when that chain hang We The Best and that name rang My same gang, straight champagne Like “fuck you and your campaign” My shoes strange and my nuts hang Ya’ll don’t get it, this shit is nothin’ to me I don’t go get it , I get it comin’ to me You blow, glow vivid, built like a Hummer to me No diggy, have a reverend the day you runnin’ to me
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[Verse 2: Ace Hood] Fuck all that talkin’, my money do that Gettin’ some head in the back of the back Still I’m gon’ ride with that strap on my lap As I’m whippin’ the ‘Lac, that’s a matter of fact Still smokin’ on that good good Nail a bitch with this good wood Fuck around with my people, dog And it’s Death Row like that nigga Suge Say long money, tour bus, eat a rapper like cold cuts Make a check then I blow it all, and it’s fuck a hater like four sluts I’m on one in that two-door, top gone like chemo Eighty grand for that Cube, blow it, my pockets fatter than sumo I’ll do it… I’ll make a movie All this ice around my collar got me coolin’ (bling-blow!) I say “now you’re my brother’s keeper”, blood is right up under my sneakers Ballin’ hard, you stuck in the bleachers We The Best, it’s nice to meet ya
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill] Oh lord… I’m feelin’ myself I’m in the big boy Phantom with the suicide doors, I’m killin’ myself Got a bad bitch with me and a brand new semi that’s still in my belt I ain’t feelin’ these niggas, I’m grillin’ these niggas, I’ll kill ‘em myself Hold up – she pop molly, pop that pussy He puffs loud, we pop that pussy That’s your chick? I got that pussy I treat that shit like pop that pussy Like hold up – sippin’ on lean, we pour up Ask your main bitch, yeah, she know us These niggas ain’t wanna see me blow up Pocket full of green like a four leaf clover Hold up, wait – I walk in this bitch, I fuck shit up and I leave, gone Hold up, wait – I walk up to his bitch, start talkin’ that shit And she’s gone, back to crib, kickin’ him out I’m dickin’ her down and I’m kickin’ her out Free all my niggas, I wish they was out The best ain’t me, and I’m gettin’ them out
[Hook 2] Light some kush off in the air right now, right now For my niggas out here lost, and the ones who’re down to ride Drinks up (drinks up), free my niggas (free my niggas) We gettin’ money, screamin’ “fuck you and your feelings!” Don’t make me do it (don’t make me do it)
[Verse 4: French Montana] I fly the birds in like the Falcons, man, don’t make me do it I’ll wet your crib up, have you duckin’, man, don’t make me do it I get higher than Buddy Williams, man, don’t make me do it Every time we pull up’s like a dealer, don’t make me do it Money over bitches, man, they made me do it Youngest, coldest nigga, man, they made me do it Told your bitch “what your twerkin’ with”, made her do it I’m talkin’ hit after hit, man, they made me do it I be thinkin’ ’bout the next shit, that make me do it Then I turn into the next like you made me do it You heard Flex droppin’ bombs, s