DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA

DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA - Who Got My Back lyrics

rate me

(feat. Gamblaz)

Uh, Daz Dilli, Figgaro

Tell em' that bitch in a row

Let em' know, (Check it) let em' know, let em' know

[Verse 1]

I keep my mean mug, tight guards up and eyes open

Knowin' that these niggas is scandalous stay scopin'

So we sittin' on dubs, DVDs we stay flossin'

And Cali boys bringin' the noise nothin' but bosses

Heavy hitters, go-getters, and major figures

Cause we young execs, cashin' checks we young niggas

Balled out, cash advance we not playin'

Platinum cards pushed to the max, we not payin'

Overdrafts, over budget and over spendin'

Live life of a villain, tonight when we chillin'

Too right when we willin'

It's all the same, game recognize game

Tryin' to maintain

My position is mob status, through my third eye I watch cash

Cause niggas ain't cool I get further

You ain't knowin' motivations, my only hustle niggas talk shit

But can't come forth so I watch em' crumble

More tide, just watch us blow by so quickly

And simply West Coast finest, time like century

Cashed out like Rico, watchin' out for my people

Never sell-out, double my profits and keep it equal

It's articial, when niggas come around the club

It's only cause you got dubs

Watch how niggas will mean mug

Watch how niggas won't come through

When you really need em'

When though you used to feed em'

Them niggas scandalous

[Hook x2]

Hey!

Damn it, who got my back

Smile in my face, stab me in my back

In front of them get mad at that

Ooh, ah

[Verse 2]

Man a nigga make a move to touch the riches

But the business confidential

The Gamblaz, we international and continental

With game, bringin' the pain, puttin' pressure on the brain

Turn the shit that'll reconstruct ya brain

We goin' against the grain man but ain't nothin' changed

But the fuckin' time zones and my fuckin' name

Chose to blaze the stages like killers that blaze the gauges

My lyrics all outrageous, I'm gone to flippin' pages

I'm through the vibe, followed a picture of my tribe

Young niggas on the up and comin' on the rise

You surprised we the Gamblaz, I'm Telly Mac the general

Playin' for keeps, goin' beyond deep but gettin' critical

Makin' mobsters look pitiful, bitches didn't know

I got the mic and man I fit the flow

What they hittin' for, I spit a flow

That'll leave the crowd guessin'

Hey who them niggas out the city that be wild wessin'

They get low-key, 4-5-7 the fuckin' click code

Millenium edition, yo we comin' out on flip mode

I'll probably flip a drop Bent, stack me some loot

Then try to count checks, gunshots from stocked techs

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Born ghetto, my fellow comrads scorched their neighborhood

You did us a favor so nigga hate ya good

Shot ya cousin for payback

Ya sprayed back, we came back on the attack for that

Spray the wall, rest in peace for all my dogs

I called shot, twenty-one miniature hurts

Somebody got shot, nigga shot at my hoopie

And the nigga tried to do me

And they missed and now it's time to get in they shit

Like boo-yow boo-yow when the knees sped off

Wet off, bullys and foolys gettin' hard get off

Niggas around here, we shed tears and no fear

Niggas around here cause real killers around here

[Hook x2]

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