[YG:]
I'm talking 'bout putting on, riding out, Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work—uh-oh!)
You say you want that head-up, but we don't fight fair, bruh
Catch you slipping from the backside, then knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin'gout
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about

[Lil Wayne:]
I'd die for my motherfucking nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfucking nigga
On the stand, I'd lie for my motherfucking nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfucking nigga, real talk
I don't really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughing to the bank like the fucking money tickle
Driving somethin' that you ain't, top off—suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfucking niggas
When it rains, it pours; it's dry for me and my fucking niggas, yeah
I kill for my motherfucking niggas, vice-versa
Eyes red from the kush I blew—white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas, oww!

[Rich Homie Quan (Lil Wayne):]
I said, I'ma ride for my motherfucking nigga (Tunechi!)
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grinding outside all day with my niggas

[Rich Homie Quan