Swear to God I won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my clique I'mma ride or die For my clique I'mma ride or die [Repeat]
Eating on some chips Smoking on a blunt Chilling on the front porch Gray court pulled up in the front
[Interlude (in Salute Me Or Shoot Vol.2 Mixtape)] Ladies and gentlemen BOW! bow bow bow Dre, Cap, Flocka, Flocka Cap, Dre, Dre, Cap, Flocka, Waka, Waka
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal, and sell dope Roll dice, get money and gang-bang with my folk Dre, Cap, n Waka Handguns and choppas Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Never again will I let a folk try me 45 on my hip, go'n check 'em if they try me Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards From eastside to Riverdale fake wheels thunder bells
That's gone keep my pockets swell Hell yeah I rob 'n steal Gucci he go'n post da belll Hand on my dick like fuck jail
Swear to God I won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my click I'm a ride or die For my click I'm a ride or die
Eating on some chips Smoking on a blunt Chilling on da front porch Gray court pulled up in da front porch Now I'm grabbind on my pistol And I'm running with da blunt They think a nigga scared I ain't no motherfucking chump
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Dre] Ugghhh! betcha im'a bang mine Mac 90 lift 'em, give 'em Micheal Jordan Hangtime Bricksquad, bricks in, nigga it's cocaine time! 5 finga, bird finga nigga thats my gang sign Try me, please come try dawg, one mans not man enough If he stands 6 feet, bury him standin up Nobody, I mean nobody on the ??? as hell Grand national on 24's, ain't in Riverdale
Yeah try ta act right now Cuz I'm in that damn roof, I got that Mac right now Told you nigga try ta act right now Cuz I'm in that damn yard got that Mac right now
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat]
[Lil' Capp] Yella tape, white top, black bottle bag Ambulance on the way, cuz I shot his ass He wanted beef so im around, round lookin for him Let the coppa heat him up, like I was cookin for him AR-15, call me 1-5 You tried the wrong dog, like you had 9 lives Pussy cat, pussy nigga, what you lookin at? Cuz all my niggas either robbin or cookin crack I'm the King of the Jungle, betta remember, assemble You like terrel Davis from Denver Cuz everytime you see me, you be runnin back You know my Favorite 4 words, Where The Monay At?!
All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama