Nervous
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguing
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
These niggas know they cap they be lyin
That boy ain't got no gat that boy ain't slanging no iron
That boy be Chasin cat
It ain't no pape on his mind
He said cut him some slack he'll pay that shit by tomorrow
I ain't get no visit
Thuggin and my pole with me
You in that dodge hemi
We be in these 550's
She came with thighs on her
Wanna fuck her mind only
Gotta keep it P
Sauce on me the recipe
Lil nigga I'm fettuccine
Caution process everything before you come at me
You novice
You ain't in these streets bussing down boxes
You don't know what it feel like to get a load in
Yea the plug know I do magic
Call me hocus pocus
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
It's him again
In a Benz
Spin again in traffic
Yea them niggas wanna play ball
Well you shootin' at Gonzaga
We gone hit em' from a far away yea the choppa got binoculars
You know I just want my M&M's ain't talking chocolates
Off that perky he unconscious
He gone pull up
He gone pop em'
If you did it don't admit it
We'll pay the lawyer to drop the charges
All he know is hit his target
He just trynna feed his pockets
All he know to do is put on his patnas
And house for mama
Boxes all around like a nigga moving
Ain't no cap n gown
Sorry mama I ain't do it
Know a nigga love the sound when I'm counting them blue strips
Got that pistol on me even when I'm getting the coochie
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguing
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
These niggas know they cap they be lyin
That boy ain't got no gat that boy ain't slanging no iron
That boy be Chasin cat
It ain't no pape on his mind
He said cut him some slack he'll pay that shit by tomorrow
I ain't get no visit
Thuggin and my pole with me
You in that dodge hemi
We be in these 550's
She came with thighs on her
Wanna fuck her mind only
Gotta keep it P
Sauce on me the recipe
Lil nigga I'm fettuccine
Caution process everything before you come at me
You novice
You ain't in these streets bussing down boxes
You don't know what it feel like to get a load in
Yea the plug know I do magic
Call me hocus pocus
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
It's him again
In a Benz
Spin again in traffic
Yea them niggas wanna play ball
Well you shootin' at Gonzaga
We gone hit em' from a far away yea the choppa got binoculars
You know I just want my M&M's ain't talking chocolates
Off that perky he unconscious
He gone pull up
He gone pop em'
If you did it don't admit it
We'll pay the lawyer to drop the charges
All he know is hit his target
He just trynna feed his pockets
All he know to do is put on his patnas
And house for mama
Boxes all around like a nigga moving
Ain't no cap n gown
Sorry mama I ain't do it
Know a nigga love the sound when I'm counting them blue strips
Got that pistol on me even when I'm getting the coochie
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing niggas going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These niggas really soft
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Writer(s): Ronzale Banks
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