My n*gga lyrics

[Intro:]
You know how to do this sh*t n*gga
Real street sh*t (turn up)
(Let’s go)

[Chorus:]
I ain’t tryna go back to jail but for my n*ggas
I will, I’ll kill
Don’t you f*ck with my n*gga
I made 1.5 off of shows last year
But this year you know imma spend a mil on my n*gga
This rap sh*t fake as hell
Got K Black and VL
You know I rather invest in my n*gga
Don’t leave the house without your pistol
Cause these streets done got twisted
Now f*cking shout out Top Shotta my n*gga

[Verse 1:] [Top Shotta]
[?]’ll choke you to death over my homie
Scarface just a movie cause I’m smart as Tony
Invaded by the rooks that call around while I was sleep
f*ck with ma n*ggas emptying’ toppers every week
So you and that motherf*cker
And just don’t give a f*ck
Ain’t going back to see my kids on the bottom of that top bunk
My flows, my rhymes, nobody cannot f*ck wid em
I love my n*ggas but nothing closer than these
Damn that pus*y
[Chorus:]
I ain’t tryna go back to jail but for my n*ggas
I will, I’ll kill
Don’t you f*ck with my n*gga
I made 1.5 off of shows last year
But this year you know imma spend a mil on my n*gga
This rap sh*t fake as hell
Got K Black and VL
You know I rather invest in my n*gga
Don’t leave the house without your pistol
Cause these streets done got twisted
Now f*cking shout out Top Shotta my n*gga

[Verse 2:]
Feet to the ground
I get your [?]
Betta pay me
For ma pawtna n*gga
K rick comin’a slay sh*t
Apply pressure
Man screw the a blast
Catch me with his brother
On the couch
Blowing in hash
I can’t leave the street
Passport I need ma family
Weasel past left
[?] stuck loose grip [?]
All my guns are from texas
Try housing like the cars
Made them ranks on me
Put me in the brink of that [?]
[Chorus:]
I ain’t tryna go back to jail but for my n*ggas
I will, I’ll kill
Don’t you f*ck with my n*gga
I made 1.5 off of shows last year
But this year you know imma spend a mil on my n*gga
This rap sh*t fake as hell
Got K Black and VL
You know I rather invest in my n*gga
Don’t leave the house without your pistol
Cause these streets done got twisted
Now f*cking shout out Top Shotta my n*gga

[Verse 3: K Blacka]
Kluk what now friends do (Young Scooter)
But to your club I’m speaking French tho
You know that Blacka don’t need no lingo
A thousand bricks if I say so
I don’t trust everybody but I know ma n*ggas got me
But could you not
Don’t play with me n*gga
I ain’t goin back to that cell
I got ma same [?]
Pray to God they free all the real n*ggas

[Chorus:]
I ain’t tryna go back to jail but for my n*ggas
I will, I’ll kill
Don’t you f*ck with my n*gga
I made 1.5 off of shows last year
But this year you know imma spend a mil on my n*gga
This rap sh*t fake as hell
Got K Black and VL
You know I rather invest in my n*gga
Don’t leave the house without your pistol
Cause these streets done got twisted
Now f*cking shout out Top Shotta my n*gga
[Verse 4:]
I’m vicious living like VL
I got Young Scooter move them bills
Got D Heav to check the mail
That’s ma n*gga
On these streets we got them drops
I yell out Pookie you get shot
And that’s another body dropped by my n*gga
I ain’t thinkin bout no jail
Cause with [?] you catch some shells
I know K Blacka will leave you out for ma n*gga
Man these rappers fake as hell
I hear one mill he leave the deal
From the slide I never change on my n*gga
(Stay 100)

[Chorus:]
I ain’t tryna go back to jail but for my n*ggas
I will, I’ll kill
Don’t you f*ck with my n*gga
I made 1.5 off of shows last year
But this year you know imma spend a mil on my n*gga
This rap sh*t fake as hell
Got K Black and VL
You know I rather invest in my n*gga
Don’t leave the house without your pistol
Cause these streets done got twisted
Now f*cking shout out Top Shotta my n*gga