Nigo

Hop up in the coupe
Like what it do?
Fucked up on the weekend
Now she lovin on the crew
All I say is one word then my shooters gone shoot
I ain't into top fives, I'm not even three or two
Shit I'm one, pfft you niggas bums
Pull up with a band, lot of sticks and some drums
Niggas dumb, if you really think she loyal
She be fucking on the crew drunk as hell off Crown Royal
Yeah I got it out the mud had to get it from the soil
Situation getting hot damn, I make it boil
Keep the grip on the chop cause it ain't got recoil
Straight solid over here all your niggas finna fold
Racing to the bag something like Usain Bolt
Shorty on my lap, she just wanna drive the boat
Shooter on my side he got to slide or I can't go
High up off this gas, pop a Xan, then do the most

I be wearing Ksubis and you wear yo homies clothes
Situation getting sticky, then you know he finna fold
Niggas hoes, so I got a thirty with a dick
Niggas think they on? Turn 'em off like a switch
And that nigga he a bitch
Brody got a chop it shoot in seconds press the switch
Put him in the box we ain't rapping Roddy Ricch
Got two big sticks they best friends Lilo and Stitch
And this bitch she love me like I'm Ne-Yo with the shits
Steady rocking Bape shoutout Nigo in this bitch
Niggas want problems? Call my amigos in this bitch gang



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Writer(s): Justin Moore
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