Nightwing

This shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not me
Make his body jump trampoline
Make him macarena with the beam
Yeah, this shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not we
Make his body flip Simone Biles in this bitch
Make his body flip Nightwing

Yeah, Clashing like a titan not a teen
I don't want to smoke him, I've been trying to quit nicotine
And I don't want to hoe him, but this nigga bitch looking clean
So Ima slide on over, show her why I'm the beloved king
I'm pressed for bands, like God damn I need an advance
I 'member my mama sliding out the fucking minivan
So I ain't got time to deal with these niggas and they mans
Shang-Chi how I'm fenna feed this bitch nigga hands
Bet the forty make him dance
Damn
Yeah

This shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not me
Make his body jump trampoline
Make him macarena with the beam
Yeah, this shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not we
Make his body flip Simone Biles in this bitch
Make his body flip Nightwing

I can't play with niggas, bring a chopper in this bitch
And I know I catch a body, know my mama gonna trip
Since the first time I got locked up, I been wilding like a jit
Then Gold done got refined, and I been shiny then a bitch
I been writing like a poet, I been shining cause I'm golden
I need a bitch to match my energy, I need me a trophy
Pack still moving slowly, you know I keep it on me
You got gassed up by yo niggas, and now you dying lonely
Shit so sad homie, man

This shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not me
Make his body jump trampoline
Make him Macarena with the beam
Yeah, this shit not sweet
Who that nigga trying not we
Make his body flip Simone Biles in this bitch
Make his body flip Nightwing



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Writer(s): David Seals
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