Nun To Me
Uh (ayo, that's Nick, ayo, that's Nick)
Yeah
Nigga, I sip codeine in a, uh-huh
Bitch, I brought my Glock, brought my damn pole
Bitch, I keep that nine, let it, uh, uh
My nigga ridin', he ridin' with his K, yeah
My nigga, he go down, uh, uh-huh
Nigga, I'm on oxy', lettin' it spray, yeah, ayy
Nigga, I'm on oxy', let shit spray, yeah
Ayy, runnin' around with that magazine, yeah (with that magazine)
We got too much paper, that's why they mad at me, yeah (that's why they mad at me)
I'm in the H, high rise, yeah, livin' lavishly, yeah (livin' lavishly)
His ho, she a freak, she eat in the backseat, yeah, uh (in the backseat, yeah)
Ayy, nigga ridin' 'round with the Glocks out, yeah (yeah, Glocks out)
Nigga ridin' 'round with the Glocks out while the cops out, yeah (while the cops out)
Nigga, fuck 12, yeah, 'cause I know them ops out, yeah (them ops out)
So we keep one whenever we pop out, yeah (pop out)
Fell in love with codeine, it means so much to me, yeah (mean so much to me)
I just fucked this hoe, that shit was nothin' to me, yeah (shit wasn't nothin' to me)
I just blew like five racks, it was nothin' to me (that shit wasn't nothin')
Niggas, yeah, they still hatin', but they still under me, yeah (they still)
If a nigga shoot this way, just know we shootin' back (know we shootin' back), yeah
The whole pint full of Tris, nigga know I ran through that, yeah, huh (I ran through that)
Spent your invest on drank, lil' nigga, I blew that (uh-huh)
No need for a vest, FN 5.7s rip through that, yeah, huh (yeah, they rip through that)
Cut a lil' ho off, I'm finna go fuck on her friend (fuck on her friend), yeah
Oxy' and codeine wash away all of my sins (yeah, uh-uh), yeah
Fuck these rap niggas, boy, don't call me no twin (call me no twin)
And if it's for five racks then, nah, boy, I'm goin' (I'm goin', yeah)
Ayy, for five racks then, uh-huh
All my niggas, yeah, they ready, uh-huh
5'7 bullets, nigga, yeah, they rip through that
No need for a vest, lil' nigga, FN rip right through that, uh-huh
Big-ass bullets, ha, Glocks out, nigga, ayy
Let it go, let 'em rip
Nah, nah, codeine
I'm on oxy', yeah, bitch, you know me
Yeah
Nigga, I sip codeine in a, uh-huh
Bitch, I brought my Glock, brought my damn pole
Bitch, I keep that nine, let it, uh, uh
My nigga ridin', he ridin' with his K, yeah
My nigga, he go down, uh, uh-huh
Nigga, I'm on oxy', lettin' it spray, yeah, ayy
Nigga, I'm on oxy', let shit spray, yeah
Ayy, runnin' around with that magazine, yeah (with that magazine)
We got too much paper, that's why they mad at me, yeah (that's why they mad at me)
I'm in the H, high rise, yeah, livin' lavishly, yeah (livin' lavishly)
His ho, she a freak, she eat in the backseat, yeah, uh (in the backseat, yeah)
Ayy, nigga ridin' 'round with the Glocks out, yeah (yeah, Glocks out)
Nigga ridin' 'round with the Glocks out while the cops out, yeah (while the cops out)
Nigga, fuck 12, yeah, 'cause I know them ops out, yeah (them ops out)
So we keep one whenever we pop out, yeah (pop out)
Fell in love with codeine, it means so much to me, yeah (mean so much to me)
I just fucked this hoe, that shit was nothin' to me, yeah (shit wasn't nothin' to me)
I just blew like five racks, it was nothin' to me (that shit wasn't nothin')
Niggas, yeah, they still hatin', but they still under me, yeah (they still)
If a nigga shoot this way, just know we shootin' back (know we shootin' back), yeah
The whole pint full of Tris, nigga know I ran through that, yeah, huh (I ran through that)
Spent your invest on drank, lil' nigga, I blew that (uh-huh)
No need for a vest, FN 5.7s rip through that, yeah, huh (yeah, they rip through that)
Cut a lil' ho off, I'm finna go fuck on her friend (fuck on her friend), yeah
Oxy' and codeine wash away all of my sins (yeah, uh-uh), yeah
Fuck these rap niggas, boy, don't call me no twin (call me no twin)
And if it's for five racks then, nah, boy, I'm goin' (I'm goin', yeah)
Ayy, for five racks then, uh-huh
All my niggas, yeah, they ready, uh-huh
5'7 bullets, nigga, yeah, they rip through that
No need for a vest, lil' nigga, FN rip right through that, uh-huh
Big-ass bullets, ha, Glocks out, nigga, ayy
Let it go, let 'em rip
Nah, nah, codeine
I'm on oxy', yeah, bitch, you know me
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