Wifisfuneral and Robb Bank$ - La Familia

(Hey Cris, fuck you!)
Pull up in my pain like I'm Cris, yeah

I got bands on me (uh)
Beams on me (uh)
Lean on me (ay)
Do not lean on me (ay)
See it on me (ay)
Get it from me (yeah)
Thirty PTs, this ain't NGP (ay, yeah, ay)

Hol' up, like cloud nine
I'm too high when I pass by
Like why try?
I gotta kill my competition
Like good riddance, on my bands stack like five guys
You cross my back, well that's your life
Bitch, that's the moral I'm preaching
Snake niggas in the cut, cutting my grass so I'm peeping
I'm still riding Forgi's in the whip though, wit' a freak ho
Bend it low, if you down to go
Coupe tinted, bro
Cut shit like a butcher, this shit real slow
I could blow that cancer up yo' alley if you wit' it though
Ay, and if my dead man trust you, well then it's fuck it
And if I send my dead man right at you, you kick the bucket
Listen, and I can't pray for oppositions, I can't trust that shit
Okay like, bitch, I'm up now, fuck next
Why the fuck I need to flex?
Yeah, I know that I'm the best
Tell yo' bitch to drop that neck
Took a vaca' on a jet
Hoe, you know that I am stressed
And these drugs make me a mess
Oh, you know, know

Scared and they know I'm cold-hearted
.223 shoot through the fabrics with the carpet
And bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of 'em
I'm on the edge, I want revenge like Garette
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh
iPhone screen cracked, broke by me
Got an opp at fourteen and I fucked this four nieces (on God)
I invoke you to find the path that you're leading
Sorry, got strong smoking strong off season
Tell the bitch to top dog, feel like Tiger Woods
They got me fucked, you wasn't with me in that mud
Watch me get sucked up and get the ground scrubbed
And now my life gone, woadie what you on?
Bury the homie, uh, like SSET! Where you going?
Who that is? Who that is? How you rolling?
I might pull up 'Benz Coupe and hop out and front the police
Like fuck the police

I got bands on me (uh)
Beams on me (uh)
Lean on me (ay)
Do not lean on me (ay)
See it on me (ay)
Get it from me (yeah)
Thirty PTs, this ain't NGP

Uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh

Written by:
Isaiah Rivera, Richard O'Neil Burrell

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