Nia Long
I got all types of methods, I got mad guap
If I die, somebody burn my phone and my laptop
Real baller, I'm the type to take the last shot
If this was a cypher, I'd probably be the last to drop
Can't nobody fuck with me, let that be known
I'm 1 up on Kevin Gates, I walk around with 3 phones
Finna talk shit, told Cloudy put a beat on!
Nigga came thru talking shit, and got beat on
Bitch (came) shaking ass, now her pussy got beat on
Why you blowing up her phone, she'll be home
You niggas got 'Lil kid money' tryna be grown,
I Let my fat bitch step on the work, cuz her feet strong
I might wild the fuck out if this beat long
Shit the streets cold, that's why I walk around with my heat on
...I walk around with your yearly income, with some FIFA's on
If you trip, Next Friday, you'll be missing like Nia Long
I got bored getting money, so I'm back rapping
Promised god I'll stop stealing but I'm back jacking
Tell the Medics bust a U, cuz we back clapping
If I ever fell off, this the point where I'm back cracking
Bullets treat you like a chiropractor, but we ain't back cracking
Finna give a nigga the whole clip like he back acting
Ain't nobody tryna see me like I'm bad acting,
I'm bout to hop on the road, I be bag packing
Gotta hold the strap with two hands, but you be mag packing
I'll put all yo niggas in a suit, this ain't a class action!
My young'ns throwing up they Hood before they spin the block
I got Chris on the rocks, while I'm chillin' getting knots
Hit the scene, everybody hate me, I feel like Chris Rock
I don't even like to bragging about money but I'll get you shot
Treat'chu like a champagne top,and I'll get you popped
Then treat yo bitch like a door, and I'll get her knocked
You be telling on them people, you be gettin' them locked
I don't know why he think we cool, cuz we went Locke?
Dun Dun, Shawty Lo, I done did alot
Shit, you know what time it is when I hit the spot
It's beef anywhere, see an OPP and grab the Glock
Shit, if rap don't work, I'ma grab the pot
I'ma whip this bitch up til the handle hot
...and turn an Airbnb to a bando spot!
Shit nigga, it's me... Cloudy
And shit, you already know what time we on, nigga
Back at it!
(Roll one up, nigga)
(Let that shit rock, we out!)
If I die, somebody burn my phone and my laptop
Real baller, I'm the type to take the last shot
If this was a cypher, I'd probably be the last to drop
Can't nobody fuck with me, let that be known
I'm 1 up on Kevin Gates, I walk around with 3 phones
Finna talk shit, told Cloudy put a beat on!
Nigga came thru talking shit, and got beat on
Bitch (came) shaking ass, now her pussy got beat on
Why you blowing up her phone, she'll be home
You niggas got 'Lil kid money' tryna be grown,
I Let my fat bitch step on the work, cuz her feet strong
I might wild the fuck out if this beat long
Shit the streets cold, that's why I walk around with my heat on
...I walk around with your yearly income, with some FIFA's on
If you trip, Next Friday, you'll be missing like Nia Long
I got bored getting money, so I'm back rapping
Promised god I'll stop stealing but I'm back jacking
Tell the Medics bust a U, cuz we back clapping
If I ever fell off, this the point where I'm back cracking
Bullets treat you like a chiropractor, but we ain't back cracking
Finna give a nigga the whole clip like he back acting
Ain't nobody tryna see me like I'm bad acting,
I'm bout to hop on the road, I be bag packing
Gotta hold the strap with two hands, but you be mag packing
I'll put all yo niggas in a suit, this ain't a class action!
My young'ns throwing up they Hood before they spin the block
I got Chris on the rocks, while I'm chillin' getting knots
Hit the scene, everybody hate me, I feel like Chris Rock
I don't even like to bragging about money but I'll get you shot
Treat'chu like a champagne top,and I'll get you popped
Then treat yo bitch like a door, and I'll get her knocked
You be telling on them people, you be gettin' them locked
I don't know why he think we cool, cuz we went Locke?
Dun Dun, Shawty Lo, I done did alot
Shit, you know what time it is when I hit the spot
It's beef anywhere, see an OPP and grab the Glock
Shit, if rap don't work, I'ma grab the pot
I'ma whip this bitch up til the handle hot
...and turn an Airbnb to a bando spot!
Shit nigga, it's me... Cloudy
And shit, you already know what time we on, nigga
Back at it!
(Roll one up, nigga)
(Let that shit rock, we out!)
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Writer(s): Corey Dennis
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