Netway

Netway, oohhhh
Netway Gang Bitch
NWG Shit, Where you at bra
Netway where yu at braaa

They call you netway
Ya nigga ima Don on the real
Where you be
Crib on that gas or practicing on the field
And if he out hes body
Ah damn bra you know what it is
I got that burner and if he run up
Man that pussy getting killed
No Free Meals
Demon for what I want
I'll give ya whole body thrills
Ogs waitin for my word
Don dada Ill get his ass peeled
Big Bag, Big Bag

Ok now slidee
Lil netway on the rise
He play for the raiders
Hell ya Bra tote big guns no lie get put up
Ion give a fuck, if I wanna do it, I'll try
I Aint not a normal human being
Bra I'll look the devil In his eye
And I Wont BLINK
Fuck what a nigga think, he a big dog choppa make em shrink
Turned em to a frog, the hollows made em leap
How the coaches handle this boy man he a freak
Blood all round my mouth yea
From feeding on the sheep
Ion care if you niggas starve bra
Netway finna eat
I gotta big bag
Take yo bag, send yo lil ass up the street
Fuck ya baby mama, she call your daughter my fkn niece
WTF

They call you netway
Ya nigga ima Don on the real
Where you be
Crib on that gas or practicing on the field
And if he out hes body
Ah damn bra you know what it is
I got that burner and if he run up
Man that pussy getting killed
No Free Meals
Demon for what I want
I'll give ya whole body thrills
Ogs waitin for my word
Don dada Ill get his ass peeled
Big Bag, Yeah, Suave

Most times I cry I silent
The devil be side me, He so grimey
Gotta contract and I heard he wanna sign me
But my angels move in violence
Tatted on my body, gotta high pain tolerance
Drugs in body, so you know im moving on auto pilot
Eyes rolling in the back of my head
I think its from the molly
Tweakin Laughing at myself
So now you think im Psychotic
I aint Psychotic, alotta drugs in my body
Pop back to back like its a hobby
You already know i can't stop it
Man I really can't stop it
Seeing red man I told this a zombie
But my name is Netway
Netway, Netway

They call you netway
Ya nigga ima Don on the real
Where you be
Crib on that gas or practicing on the field
And if he out hes body
Ah damn bra you know what it is
I got that burner and if he run up
Man that pussy getting killed
No Free Meals



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Writer(s): Damon Arnette
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