Fendi Frank, Kalan.FrFr, Jae5ive - The Land Lyrics

Young nigga
She ain't wanna have to fuck with me
Young nigga baguettes on me
She know I'm scoring Off White tripping like I got a fit in Oregon
I don't wanna be poor again
I don't wanna window shop another store again
You want gang to fuck your bitch send her 40 then
Twenty for the show yeah Twenty for ya hoe two for real woah
Too many field goals
What's the score we keep kicking all these field goals
How them tidies real but they silicone
Your boyfriend don't wanna beef with us cause we gone send him home
Cause we gone send him home
Cause he don't want no chrome
All these bullets in this clip pointed at his dome
I done been through too much shit my heart made of stone
I ain't had a place to take a bitch when I wanna bone
If I pull up on ya hoe she gone like that
If I pull up on his block he won't fight back
She keep grabbing on this dick I'm gone pipe that
He keep tripping I swear to God I'm gone snipe that
Me & K back to back Shaq & Kobe
Never turn on my twin Zack & Cody
And if he really wanna trip bitch slide the 40
We keep scoring on these niggas like our name Ginobili
I keep scoring on these niggas like my name was Kobe
You ain't put me on no money then you ain't the brodie
It broke my heart I found out you talking to the police
They can bring the diamond tester it ain't nothing for me
Somebody tell these rappers I don't even want they feature
Before I dick ride I rather sit up in the bleachers
I know he still mad I turned his bitch into a eater
It be cold up in Watts so I got to keep a heater
Shots fired
Man down that's a code red
These niggas none like gods they was born for it
Winter time beat the bow we done all stress
I can't fuck a bitch with ass but got lil legs
Spend a bag on a bitch if she worth it
I was thuggin in them bricks they was jerkin
Just tryna fuck you will never get a birkin
Was robbing shit so you know them niggas lurking
And we gone keep on working
They gone keep on chirping
Niggas talkin out they throat we ain't scared of nothin
And politics discussing
All these choppers bussing
This the land understand bitch we keep it thuggin'
Kalan, 5ive and me
We the big three
Riding through the city screaming free 03
Free the gang free the gang free the gang
If you ain't from the land bitch you can't understand

Young nigga
She ain't wanna have to fuck with me
Young nigga baguettes on me
She know I'm scoring Off White tripping like I got a fit in Oregon
I don't wanna be poor again
I don't wanna window shop another store again
You want gang to fuck your bitch send her 40 then
Twenty for the show yeah Twenty for ya hoe two for real woah
Too many field goals
What's the score we keep kicking all these field goals
How them tidies real but they silicone
Your boyfriend don't wanna beef with us cause we gone send him home
Cause we gone send him home
Cause he don't want no chrome
All these bullets in this clip pointed at his dome
I done been through too much shit my heart made of stone
I ain't had a place to take a bitch when I wanna bone
If I pull up on ya hoe she gone like that
If I pull up on his block he won't fight back
She keep grabbing on this dick I'm gone pipe that
He keep tripping I swear to God I'm gone snipe that
Me & K back to back Shaq & Kobe
Never turn on my twin Zack & Cody
And if he really wanna trip bitch slide the 40
We keep scoring on these niggas like our name Ginobili
I keep scoring on these niggas like my name was Kobe
You ain't put me on no money then you ain't the brodie
It broke my heart I found out you talking to the police
They can bring the diamond tester it ain't nothing for me
Somebody tell these rappers I don't even want they feature
Before I dick ride I rather sit up in the bleachers
I know he still mad I turned his bitch into a eater
It be cold up in Watts so I got to keep a heater
Shots fired
Man down that's a code red
These niggas none like gods they was born for it
Winter time beat the bow we done all stress
I can't fuck a bitch with ass but got lil legs
Spend a bag on a bitch if she worth it
I was thuggin in them bricks they was jerkin
Just tryna fuck you will never get a birkin
Was robbing shit so you know them niggas lurking
And we gone keep on working
They gone keep on chirping
Niggas talkin out they throat we ain't scared of nothin
And politics discussing
All these choppers bussing
This the land understand bitch we keep it thuggin'
Kalan, 5ive and me
We the big three
Riding through the city screaming free 03
Free the gang free the gang free the gang
If you ain't from the land bitch you can't understand