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I'm the illest nigga in Nebraska no cap
Bass Pro Shop Im done with them trucker hats
Really was a fool on the road with them packs
Gotta thank God for the trips that I made back
You know you back and forth when you aint gotta use a map
Found out I had a gift now nigga it's a rap
Snatched off the rearview now aint no lookin back
Went and got my CDLs I hope I never use that
Got a license to kill my niggas they shoot back
We got CCWs and illegal straps
Aint it ironic this cheese got me out the trap
Get him out ya residence man you know that he a rat
Dead presidents the only thing they respect
So many SNKRS think I had a shoe connect
Me and Nike kinda gotta thing for them checks
So for that paperboy I'm addressing you direct
She say I'm acting weird so I grab her by the neck
Thumb all in her ass while I fuck her from the back
I was done taking niggas bitches then I relapsed
Pour the lean in the wine glass that's how I relax
If we talking lemon peppers then I need em all flats
The chain like Versace the way it make em react
She a soul snatcher I just call her a crook
If I throw the line out she gone swallow the hook
What they say fish and bread keep a poor man fed
I had dreams of being rich in my king size bed
I really did
Bad bitch laying next to me she open her legs
Nigga keep ya mouth closed never talk to the feds
When you hangin around killas somebody gone end up dead
You gone need more than a vest gotta protect yo head
Me and FroBraids loc'd in like we twisted a dread
Me and pop back in the gym we do not skip legs
Bro been holding me down since I was pissin the bed
Yung P been riding with me since I hopped on his pegs
Naw fareal nigga had a GT Dyno
Huh
Its crazy cuz we been riding ever since
Man
This beat so fucking nice just gotta kinda let it just ride out

Illest Nigga In Nebraska



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Burton
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