Nice With It
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Fuck a hoe ass bitch, I ain't the one to play with
She Broke ass bitch, But I ain't the one to say it
They scared wondering if I'm ever gone name them
Once again, We ain't friends Yea said what I'm saying
The beat got me charged Got me flaming like Sayan
I ain't popping no pills unless this really the Matrix
Told'em send me the Payment, if he giving I'm taking
Top position is vacant, level ten you the basement
How you claim you the king but you do Uber dope deals
You moved out the 6, he really thought he got dope deals
Slanging on corners Heard you looking like road kill
If he beefing with me, My hood niggas Got no chill
Should've known you were bitch the way you talk about your friends
You really not gang get off that balaclava trend
Signed but you broke still, Don't Make a lotta sense
His mama pays his bills but he swear he's from the ends
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Lala J, I know you heard, the J is for juicy
Slurping juice boxes, Yes I'm talking bout coochie
I really treat 'em like groupies, on ya knees seduce me
I'm the snack and he snoopy, roll the tape it's a movie
Now back to this nigga, he thought he could son me
Heard your verses are trash, he 'prolly thought you out done me
Fuck all these rap niggers, that's the end the summary
Disturbing the peace, I'm not Mahatma Gandhi
I ain't fucking with a nigga that can't stunt like me
He ain't ever been sharp, he a Blunt knife piece
I know he selling his soul to Bring the bag like me
Heard he a bummy crumby bitch I think he just Might be
You a pussy hoe nigga you a quif nigga
Ain't no chief nigga, nigga you a bitch nigga
Gotta grow up lil boy you a seed nigga
Ain't no road man nigga you a street nigga
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Mmmm, I'm back
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Fuck a hoe ass bitch, I ain't the one to play with
She Broke ass bitch, But I ain't the one to say it
They scared wondering if I'm ever gone name them
Once again, We ain't friends Yea said what I'm saying
The beat got me charged Got me flaming like Sayan
I ain't popping no pills unless this really the Matrix
Told'em send me the Payment, if he giving I'm taking
Top position is vacant, level ten you the basement
How you claim you the king but you do Uber dope deals
You moved out the 6, he really thought he got dope deals
Slanging on corners Heard you looking like road kill
If he beefing with me, My hood niggas Got no chill
Should've known you were bitch the way you talk about your friends
You really not gang get off that balaclava trend
Signed but you broke still, Don't Make a lotta sense
His mama pays his bills but he swear he's from the ends
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Lala J, I know you heard, the J is for juicy
Slurping juice boxes, Yes I'm talking bout coochie
I really treat 'em like groupies, on ya knees seduce me
I'm the snack and he snoopy, roll the tape it's a movie
Now back to this nigga, he thought he could son me
Heard your verses are trash, he 'prolly thought you out done me
Fuck all these rap niggers, that's the end the summary
Disturbing the peace, I'm not Mahatma Gandhi
I ain't fucking with a nigga that can't stunt like me
He ain't ever been sharp, he a Blunt knife piece
I know he selling his soul to Bring the bag like me
Heard he a bummy crumby bitch I think he just Might be
You a pussy hoe nigga you a quif nigga
Ain't no chief nigga, nigga you a bitch nigga
Gotta grow up lil boy you a seed nigga
Ain't no road man nigga you a street nigga
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Yeah I'm nice with it, roll dice with it
Fuck a plain Jane, put the spice in it
Got the cubic gold link with the ice in it
Nigga talking out his neck then I'm slicing it
Mmmm, I'm back
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Writer(s): Je'verta Fisher
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