Slim Thug, Z-Ro, Nipsey Hussle - Go Long lyrics

If you ain't a real nigga get
The fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch nigga go long)
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put
My slap hand on your throne
Bitch nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a real nigga go long

Look I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle prescribed
Don't take no consignment
My rival is sex, got a selection of kicks
And it's not your day if
I'm selecting your bitch
I got a watch on my wrist
It's made by the Swiss, worn by the rich
Got that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play grounds
Way too much of a mess
I'm talking dollars and cents
Making dollars and cents
I made an honest attempt
Take my dollars and split
Amongst a politic crips
I'm talking violence and shit
Without no sign it exists
I made my mind, this is it
I weighed the risk and the reward and
Put the grind to this shit
And now the money, the power
I'm entitled to this
And all the hating and debating
That's the cowardice shit claiming frog
You ain't believe til I rock this shit
So hate niggas go long, you
Can die where you sit, uh

If you ain't a real nigga get
The fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch nigga go long)
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put
My slap hand on your throne
Bitch nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a real nigga go long

Who your OG is cause? His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my nigga DJ Errick, if
It ain't him I see like, "DJ who?"
And I got a bitch looking so fast
Every time I do it people be mad
They want a replay fool
I ain't even in the bill
Still raise your hand
Cannon I still free up the freeway who
Yeah I'm fuckin with my nigga Nipsey
We fucked up way past a little tipsy
God damnit that's the second goddamn
Pen to this week I'm
Waiting on triple a to come and get me
Get bent on a daily basis
So let's time it woop
And if am I'm rolling with the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either bitch
Millimeters bitch
And if you ain't behind it then
You don't wanna see this shit
Put your glasses on
Yeah, officer I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no cashing for
White bitch, big tit's, no ass at all
Just a bag to roll
I gotta keep it on the low
If a bitch nigga see it he gon
Raise up his hands and tell it
But all the real niggas see it
Then they ain't seen shit bet I can check a
Hundred thousand by breakfast

It's the same old Thugga
Still the same hustler
Still going up, I ain't never going down
I do this rap shit just to rep for my town
Got a crib out in Cali, in the hill
Blowing pound
Minding my business, me and my bitches
Roll so low whenever I go get it
It be your best friend have you in the pen
Snitchin' put money in his pocket and
They can still turn witness
(it's fucked up mayne)
My circles small, I don't fuck with y'all
You say you won your trial
I heard you told it all
Asking me for work, bitch nigga hell no
You 5K1, I done seen your file
You niggas fake, you niggas snakes
When you see my face, don't touch your brakes
I ain't tryin to end up in that place
Get the fuck on, go long, that'a way

If you ain't a real nigga get
The fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch nigga go long)
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put
My slap hand on your throne
Bitch nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a real nigga go long