Nasty Shit (feat. Nessly)
Yeah Yeah, What, Wouw
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Christian Dior on my toes
On the highway blowin smoke
Fivefifty for shows
Yeah, I pick up a load
Yeah
You wasn't ready don't lie nigga
Thought that I wouldn't pop out
I got a shooter with me my nigga
He really gon' pop out
I had to go to the bank and tell em
Where the where the safe be
Bitch nigga don't try me
Bitch nigga better pay me
In New York she sit on my lap
In New York she sit on my lap
Im a boss I do what you can't
Bitch, look at me
My thang your bitch be feeling me
Ridin around with a tank
Look how Im drillin' my enemy
Still, don't rock em baguettes
But she at my addy
Im fuckin yo baddy, nasty
Test me
Wouw, wouw, wouw, foreal
(Nessly)
You know how I handle my bitches
Eat it up and I grin on your bitches
The red seats is Swedish fish
She don't need to to be convincing
Shawty told me she was sold
And then she was gon' fold
When she seen the wrist
Money machine beep like R2D2
I got diamonds coverin' my sweet tooth
Her little friend can't give me
Deep finesse her, nice to meet you
He do Mazdas, I do Raris (he do)
Fuck whatever he does 'cause
I'm out here gettin' this money
It's a marathon, not a race nigga
It's a tournament
Come and fuck with a fly nigga, baby
Hit you from the back, feel like turbulance
She a 10 and that pussy and that face
Might put it back in your belly to show
That you different
Workin hard I'm tellin the truth
Feel like Scottie Pipen on the move
I was poppin these bitches in school
I was dropping this shit like a fool
I never done thought I move
They got it miscrewed
Couple bags and couple of lots
I shoot at your partner he doom
He in danger
I need some bitches & paper
Purple Yellow like the lakers
Count my cheddar in the spaceship
I'm serving the base in the basement
You do what you can, I do what I want
Man that's how it go
That nigga a fan man he want my life
That nigga a hoe
I do my shit like a slatt
Im bringin the kilos the bag
I do my shit like a slatt
I gotta go get it the bag
My niggas with it we cashin out
Nigga you know how Im getting out
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Christian Dior on my toes
On the highway blowin smoke
Fivefifty for shows
Yeah, I pick up a load
Yeah
You wasn't ready don't lie nigga
Thought that I wouldn't pop out
I got a shooter with me my nigga
He really gon' pop out
I had to go to the bank and tell em
Where the where the safe be
Bitch nigga don't try me
Bitch nigga better pay me
In New York she sit on my lap
In New York she sit on my lap
Im a boss I do what you can't
Bitch, look at me
My thang your bitch be feeling me
Ridin around with a tank
Look how Im drillin' my enemy
Still, don't rock em baguettes
But she at my addy
Im fuckin yo baddy, nasty
Test me
Wouw, wouw, wouw, foreal
(Nessly)
You know how I handle my bitches
Eat it up and I grin on your bitches
The red seats is Swedish fish
She don't need to to be convincing
Shawty told me she was sold
And then she was gon' fold
When she seen the wrist
Money machine beep like R2D2
I got diamonds coverin' my sweet tooth
Her little friend can't give me
Deep finesse her, nice to meet you
He do Mazdas, I do Raris (he do)
Fuck whatever he does 'cause
I'm out here gettin' this money
It's a marathon, not a race nigga
It's a tournament
Come and fuck with a fly nigga, baby
Hit you from the back, feel like turbulance
She a 10 and that pussy and that face
Might put it back in your belly to show
That you different
Workin hard I'm tellin the truth
Feel like Scottie Pipen on the move
I was poppin these bitches in school
I was dropping this shit like a fool
I never done thought I move
They got it miscrewed
Couple bags and couple of lots
I shoot at your partner he doom
He in danger
I need some bitches & paper
Purple Yellow like the lakers
Count my cheddar in the spaceship
I'm serving the base in the basement
You do what you can, I do what I want
Man that's how it go
That nigga a fan man he want my life
That nigga a hoe
I do my shit like a slatt
Im bringin the kilos the bag
I do my shit like a slatt
I gotta go get it the bag
My niggas with it we cashin out
Nigga you know how Im getting out
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Explosions
Couple bags it's full of the potion
In Miami my nigga I'm chosen
Couple baddies It's full of the hoes bruh
Credits
Writer(s): Salman Ikar
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