C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz)

C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz) - 4 My Homiez lyrics

rate me


I'ma ride for my dead, I'ma ride for my dead homies

Uh uh, ride for my dead homies

Cell phones get that shit lit, I'ma ride for my dead homies


Nigga hit that weed, hit that dro

I got a lot of money, I stack a lot of do'

I sip that drank, I make big bank

I still miss my dead homies, fuck what you think

This year homie, we gon go to the top

And I'm staying Screwed up, and my blades gon chop

And them bops gon bop, but I'ma keep it thoed

Six figga niggaz, got me thinking bout that gold

And I'm bout to explode, but y'all don't hear me

I threw them 84's, on a black and white Riggy

They can't come near me, them boys can't stand me

Cause I'm two door, drop Rolls and a Phantom

Balling up the block, I know they feeling this

Got the yellow on my watch, got that yellow on my wrist

Nigga top of the list, got the number one disc

Six slugs to them niggaz, that go up and try to diss

We gon ball till we fall, but I'm glad that we made it

It's 0-6 for the 0-7, Escallade'y

Nigga you been warned, we 3rd Coast born

We lay back in a Maybach, while we contemplate and brainstorm

Nigga I got cheddar, we ball in any weather

Niggaz been aim, but we real we stick together

R.I.P. to Screw, Gator, Fat Pat

Mafio I'ma see you at the top, you feel me black


Ride for my dead homies

Pour out a lil' liquor, you know I'm saying

Ride for my dead homies

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