Down for the Cause (feat. D Red & JT the Bigga Figga)
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๐ Lyrics
(Chorus x2)
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Cause stackin chips is mandatory
Bossin in these streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Got stacks to match, yeah we ballin huh
Hella bitches servin bitches for a G huh
(Verse 1: Mac Boney)
If you see me in a rental doin 80
Cali boy, alley boy, where the homies crazy
Sittin by the corner countin paper, gettin lazy
Gotta keep it swazy for the way them streets made me
You don't understand this conversation is rude
If you ain't about grindin you can get up out your shoes
Gotta stay focused, hit the pedal, switchin lanes
Lovin on the thighs, bumpin Pac, gettin brains
You can't hit no 3 wheel motion
Puffin on that sticky while I'm sippin on that potion
Syrup in the armrest, pills in the visor
The cros is cool but the magnum's what I ride with
I'm back in the H-Town where they make you lay down
Cuz I'm Blood, now them thugs in your face now
Dirty money stankin on the wooden coffee table
Table of ammo, old school in the stable
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 2: Mac Boney)
This for them G's comin through, stackin hella dollars
This for them playas comin through, poppin playa collars
This for them pimps comin through, make 'em beat their feet
This for them gangstas comin through, squeezin hella heat
That's how we do it from the H-Town to the Cali
Fuckin with a nigga like me with boss status
On superb shit, have you heard shit
We done hit a ticket worth 2 mill bitch
And still rollin in the bucket sayin fuck it
Dippin in the clover on some grind shit, buckin
Ten toes in the hood, gotta stay reppin
A Botany Boy Clover G, haterism duckin
But they stand no chances, still recievin advances
Checkin deals that's in, fadin all circumstances
Breakin bread with G's, rockin clover leaves
Big shots, big knock, that's how I rock B
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 3: D Red)
Still puttin shit down, still lockin my block
Cut that bullshit out or I'll be cockin my Glock
And I really don't care if you like me or not
And if them niggas tryna plot, I'll be bustin them shots
We the realest down south, nigga you ain't heard?
Botany Boys is the word, got a handful of birds
And I know you observed, we ain't fuckin with nerds
And if you flexin with my clique we'll leave your ass on the curb
And we blowin big blow in Escalade Suburbs
Swangin lane to lane everytime we swerve
Only fuckin with the realer like JT Figgler
D Red, Big Dez, yeah that's my niggas
From Atlanta, Oakland to Southwest connect
Leave my set upset, we might leave you wet
And we ride for the cause so don't disrespect
We reactin like the mob if your ass in debt nigga
(Chorus x2)
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Cause stackin chips is mandatory
Bossin in these streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Got stacks to match, yeah we ballin huh
Hella bitches servin bitches for a G huh
(Verse 1: Mac Boney)
If you see me in a rental doin 80
Cali boy, alley boy, where the homies crazy
Sittin by the corner countin paper, gettin lazy
Gotta keep it swazy for the way them streets made me
You don't understand this conversation is rude
If you ain't about grindin you can get up out your shoes
Gotta stay focused, hit the pedal, switchin lanes
Lovin on the thighs, bumpin Pac, gettin brains
You can't hit no 3 wheel motion
Puffin on that sticky while I'm sippin on that potion
Syrup in the armrest, pills in the visor
The cros is cool but the magnum's what I ride with
I'm back in the H-Town where they make you lay down
Cuz I'm Blood, now them thugs in your face now
Dirty money stankin on the wooden coffee table
Table of ammo, old school in the stable
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 2: Mac Boney)
This for them G's comin through, stackin hella dollars
This for them playas comin through, poppin playa collars
This for them pimps comin through, make 'em beat their feet
This for them gangstas comin through, squeezin hella heat
That's how we do it from the H-Town to the Cali
Fuckin with a nigga like me with boss status
On superb shit, have you heard shit
We done hit a ticket worth 2 mill bitch
And still rollin in the bucket sayin fuck it
Dippin in the clover on some grind shit, buckin
Ten toes in the hood, gotta stay reppin
A Botany Boy Clover G, haterism duckin
But they stand no chances, still recievin advances
Checkin deals that's in, fadin all circumstances
Breakin bread with G's, rockin clover leaves
Big shots, big knock, that's how I rock B
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 3: D Red)
Still puttin shit down, still lockin my block
Cut that bullshit out or I'll be cockin my Glock
And I really don't care if you like me or not
And if them niggas tryna plot, I'll be bustin them shots
We the realest down south, nigga you ain't heard?
Botany Boys is the word, got a handful of birds
And I know you observed, we ain't fuckin with nerds
And if you flexin with my clique we'll leave your ass on the curb
And we blowin big blow in Escalade Suburbs
Swangin lane to lane everytime we swerve
Only fuckin with the realer like JT Figgler
D Red, Big Dez, yeah that's my niggas
From Atlanta, Oakland to Southwest connect
Leave my set upset, we might leave you wet
And we ride for the cause so don't disrespect
We reactin like the mob if your ass in debt nigga
(Chorus x2)