My N***A

Chorus: (2x)

If you my nigga, you my nigga then

We stick together thick then

That's my nigga then

My nigga then

This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug,

My nigga, my love, my c*** it back ready tah bust.

Since we was small, look you was around nigga

You don't pay 'cause I took tha charge

'cause I'm down nigga

Wen we was broke

We cocked it back and we was blastin

Wen we could smoke

We pulled off witcho sacks, laughing

If we get chose,

We goin on the same line,

Boxin at the same time,

You my thug and I aint lyin.

Let me fuck yo main line,

You don't cherish it.

When beef kicked off,

You the 1st one hollin burry this,

Look, i'll tell ya this,

If you cross em',

I'm gon bank a bitch.

If 4 niggas go on this lick,

2 of dem aint gon get shit.

My wodie, my round, my vick,

Kick our do' together.

We pull out bread,

And score together.

Go to tha head to blow together.

Unclick it, aint no level my patna, my friend.

If yo high don't kick in,

I'll give you my last shot of gin.

Look

Chorus (2x)

And When I clip ya,

You aint gotta pay me shit.

One of our dogs go sour,

You holler, "We can take the click."

Thug Love made us thick,

That's why we role solo.