(It's goin' down, Drew) (Mally Mall) Me and most of my childhood friends, we don't thug no more And I just ask you, God, protect they soul Make sure they hold they own In the streets, it's any way it can go And I'll be patiently waitin' right here with my pole until you call my phone Gangster shit, I came from this, I'll ride for you, I'll spank a bitch I'ma bang for you, I'ma bang for shit until the day that I'm gone I'ma pull up quick about my brother, my brother And I'ma slump a bitch, that's on my mother Uh, molly all night, yeah, I'm on Santana Firearm tucked on my side, I'm like BamBam Pedestrians admire my ride, this a Rolls-Royce Baby girl, you fucked up in light, now I got cold heart I cry for my brother Pop out, pop my cutter Phat Black, I love ya My Ten, they will never find another With the same niggas I struggle with, I'll bust it with, let's do it, 5 I'm rich as shit, on gutter shit, I'm stuck on this until I die Me and most of my childhood friends, we don't thug no more And I just ask you, God, protect they soul Make sure they hold they own In the streets, it's any way it can go And I'll be patiently waitin' right here with my pole until you call my phone Gangster shit, I came from this, I'll ride for you, I'll spank a bitch I'ma bang for you, I'ma bang for shit until the day that I'm gone I'ma pull up quick about my brother And I'ma slump a bitch, that's on my mother I'ma tell you, Three, know I love you, nigga, yeah, I'm stuck with you, you a part of me You and that girl cool, but I'll kill her too 'cause them lil boys done started me Ridin' 'round and I'm breakin' rules, I'm sixteen with Big B I know that Herm gon' bust his tool, you play around with YB Nigga, this for Choppa, E In the car, me and Quincy C P sellin' boy, I got my heat I'm livin' hard, I ain't got no peace I'm tellin' God please save me Get me the fuck up out these streets, I'm hurtin' bad I'ma be in jail, behind my mans 'Cause I'm gon' bust a bitch ass Me and most of my childhood friends, we don't thug no more And I just ask you, God, protect they soul Make sure they hold they own In the streets, it's any way it can go And I'll be patiently waitin' right here with my pole until you call my phone Gangster shit, I came from this, I'll ride for you, I'll spank a bitch I'ma bang for you, I'ma bang for shit until the day that I'm gone I'ma pull up quick about my brother And I'ma slump a bitch, that's on my mother I'll cry for you, I'll lie for you, do everything but die for you, why? 'Cause I'm gon' pull up, I'm gon' slang that fire for you, that fire Tell them you ain't gotta be number one, forever, you'll be my 5 I'll be the reason the witness ain't make it up in trial More than my bitch, I love my brother But I don't love my bitch more than my money, no Baby Buddha in this bitch, I'm in a Tundra I gotta scoop up Skully and this bitch wan' get me out my draws Issey Miyake, my diamonds, they shinin' Walk in that bitch, on that mud Look at these jeans I'm wearin', my car, my linin' Showin' them love, big thug I'm more than bit, you talkin' 'bout coins, ain't minin' Got the bad bitch on drugs You a ho, nigga, you ain't pull up and bust I would've came wherever my brother was Hit 'em out of here Me and most of my childhood friends, we don't thug no more And I just ask you, God, protect they soul Make sure they hold they own In the streets, it's any way it can go And I'll be patiently waitin' right here with my pole until you call my phone Gangster shit, I came from this, I'll ride for you, I'll spank a bitch I'ma bang for you, I'ma bang for shit until the day that I'm gone I'ma pull up quick about my brother And I'ma slump a bitch, that's on my mother