We Them n*ggas lyrics

[Intro: Roger Beat]
I've heard of Roger Beat, you know what this is
Yeah

[Chorus: Roger Beat]
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t (Yeah)
Catch us in the foreign wheels (Skrrt)
Got a bad model b*tch that's on my di*k (She bad)
Always on some different sh*t (Yeah)
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t
And you're mad 'cause you're not, hoe (No)
When you lost some money you should know, though
(Say we them n*ggas that hiding sh*t) Smoking on this Indo
Body bag, hollow-tips all in extendos

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula!) We them n*ggas selling China white (Ha)
We them n*ggas, sell a lot of white (Lot of white)
Hold up, cut the coke up
Watch it blow up like a dynamite (Blow up)
Got a bad b*tch, she Madonna white (Slide)
Spent 8 racks on straight tats
I don't need no diamond ice (f*ck outta here)
Only life is that Ryder life (Mula)
Got all the plugs, I could hook up you (Hook you up)
We them n*ggas that you look up to (Fraud)
Bunch of fake thugs, fake love
I can fill his sh*t when I pull up too (f*ck outta here)
We them n*ggas, don't try sh*t (Don't try it)
We the reason you gon' die, b*tch (Blaow, blaow)
Keep a block boy that'll shoot for me
But I keep a gun on my hip (Blaow, blaow)
Young n*ggas on the come up
These old n*ggas, they washed up (Washed up)
My young n*ggas gon' run up (Run up)
These old n*ggas get tossed up (f*ck outta here)
We them n*ggas doin' hot sh*t (Hot sh*t)
We them n*ggas now, hot sh*t (Ha)
Money come, it's gon' change though
Your main hoe my side b*tch
[Chorus: Roger Beat]
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t (Yeah)
Catch us in the foreign wheels (Skrrt)
Got a bad model b*tch that's on my di*k (She bad)
Always on some different sh*t (Yeah)
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t
And you're mad 'cause you're not, hoe (No)
When you lost some money you should know, though
(Say we them n*ggas that hiding sh*t) Smoking on this Indo
Body bag, hollow-tips all in extendos

[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula!) Y'all the type of n*ggas ass-out
Y'all the n*ggas ain't cash out (f*ck outta here)
Bunch of old n*ggas, broke n*ggas, that still stuck on a half-ounce
Y'all the type of n*ggas pass out, y'all the type I laugh 'bout
Y'all the type of n*ggas rap just 'cause y'all n*ggas ain't swagged out
Y'all the type of n*ggas two-faced, I can't f*ck with no new face
Y'all the type of n*ggas snitch when y'all catch that new case (f*ck outta here)
Know you did in your whole clique, your jewelry is all bullsh*t (Fugazi)
Y'all the type of n*ggas wait for slide, they ain't fooling me with that hoe sh*t (Slide)
Y'all the type of n*ggas disloyal, y'all n*ggas never diss for you
All these n*ggas they hand out, tell the truth I ain't got sh*t for you
Y'all the type that just dead broke, y'all the type I just dead though
Y'all the type that's just dead dead, can't escape like death row
[Chorus: Roger Beat]
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t (Yeah)
Catch us in the foreign wheels (Skrrt)
Got a bad model b*tch that's on my di*k (She bad)
Always on some different sh*t (Yeah)
Say we them n*ggas that fly as sh*t
And you're mad 'cause you're not, hoe (No)
When you lost some money you should know, though
(Say we them n*ggas that hiding sh*t) Smoking on this Indo
Body bag, hollow-tips all in extendos