La Familia lyrics

[Intro]
Man I swear to god I got some n*ggas out there in Shreveport so loyal it just don't make no f*ckin' sense

[Hook]
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
And I put that on my momma

[Verse 1]
Real n*gga in the game, I know how to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke, b*tch says the same thang
Countin' money like Shawn, big money like Don
Shout-out to my n*gga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed comin' by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, bad bwoy say "Wha gwaan?"
I just hit'em like whaaah
Still be goin' dumb
Mouth full of platinum b*tches askin' where I'm from
Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be sayin' UGHHH
16 252's that's four bricks on a scale
And between me and you, I just got out of jail
Took my lick I ain't tell, and I know you wish you could be hidden
[Hook]
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
La Familia And I put that on my momma
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka (block)
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
And I put that on my momma

[Verse 2]
Real n*gga in the game, streets say the same thang
And if I get caught again, I'm goin' to the chain gang
Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses
Tryna clip, ohh its gon' cost ya
You gon have to come take it off me
Whipped out in the foreign with a bad b*tch named Lauren
Say she use to live in California
She don't speak English and she foreign
Say her ex-boyfriend borin'
Wanna drug dealer who important
Slangin' dope di*k I'm retarded
Finger lickin' chicken in the trap house
Know they love me in the neighborhood
I ain't gotta hustle with the strap out
Ion care what n*ggas rap about, I ain't rappin' what they rap about
I'm the n*gga n*ggas rap about
Murders gettin' reenact out
Kickin' rocks in the crack drought
Up the gat I ain't back down
[Hook]
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka (block)
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
La Familia And I put that on my momma
That my n*gga I call'em Blocka (block, block)
That my b*tch I call her Betty Crocker (block)
That my brother I call him hundred mane (money)
And I put that on my momma