G Perico - Affiliated lyrics
[G Perico - Affiliated lyrics]
Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move
I need every thing fast for me
It ain’t safe cruising
I’m trying to double up on
This little money right quick
‘Cause when it's time to do business
Who gonna fund this shit
I hop out, they get to talking
"Look how he walking"
I went shopping at Niemans but got
My shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street nigga, that won’t change
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta
But he was gettin’ paid’
Watch these niggas 'fore
They steal something
You ain’t got to tell me your business
Don't need to know if
You just killed something
I’m too solid boy, Broadway boy
If we do business that don't
Mean you my partner, Boy
I could've said that I’m the realest nigga
But all these real ass niggas ain’t never
Had to do no real shit
So what’s real when you think about it
Nigga think about it
I got my gun I can’t leave without it
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, flockers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated
With niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though a nigga hot
I'm still parkin’ Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger
I’m in my own lane on a mission
So ain’t no competition
Don't talk around these hoes
They come around fishin’
It’s like clockwork
Lets flock to the cash house
To the stash house then
Circle right back around
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial
I ain't take pictures with pistols
‘Cause that the shit they
Gonna use against you
So many people done lost and
Ain’t nobody go to college
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Everybody got interrogated
And I thank God for my niggas
That didn’t make no statements
The G homie just took a dub
I know what you thinking, yeah
That sound super long but he coming home
Keep your chin up and your toes down
About to slide up Western ‘cause I
Heard there was some hoes down
Can’t no bitch nigga bother me
I’m getting paid, home boy
You ain’t stoppin’ me g
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I’m affiliated
With niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though a nigga hot
I'm still parking Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger
I need every thing fast for me
It ain’t safe cruising
I’m trying to double up on
This little money right quick
‘Cause when it's time to do business
Who gonna fund this shit
I hop out, they get to talking
"Look how he walking"
I went shopping at Niemans but got
My shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street nigga, that won’t change
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta
But he was gettin’ paid’
Watch these niggas 'fore
They steal something
You ain’t got to tell me your business
Don't need to know if
You just killed something
I’m too solid boy, Broadway boy
If we do business that don't
Mean you my partner, Boy
I could've said that I’m the realest nigga
But all these real ass niggas ain’t never
Had to do no real shit
So what’s real when you think about it
Nigga think about it
I got my gun I can’t leave without it
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, flockers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated
With niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though a nigga hot
I'm still parkin’ Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger
I’m in my own lane on a mission
So ain’t no competition
Don't talk around these hoes
They come around fishin’
It’s like clockwork
Lets flock to the cash house
To the stash house then
Circle right back around
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial
I ain't take pictures with pistols
‘Cause that the shit they
Gonna use against you
So many people done lost and
Ain’t nobody go to college
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Everybody got interrogated
And I thank God for my niggas
That didn’t make no statements
The G homie just took a dub
I know what you thinking, yeah
That sound super long but he coming home
Keep your chin up and your toes down
About to slide up Western ‘cause I
Heard there was some hoes down
Can’t no bitch nigga bother me
I’m getting paid, home boy
You ain’t stoppin’ me g
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I’m affiliated
With niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though a nigga hot
I'm still parking Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone
Even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger