Nana
Shine right through
Nana na
Don't ever trust a hoe
We just up the score
Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V
Like we made to match now
We used to run around
With the "jays" when they was scratched up
Number one rule
You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked
I was on my backside
And they was telling me to get up
Love choppers now
They gone work you out just like a sit up
Weed in the car
When the jakes out
Make sure the doors locked
Nowadays they'll give you a shot
Even if you gotta cold now
I still can't fuck the hoe
She was best friends with my old opps
Nowadays it's social media
So no asking who had told now
It feel like curse words only thing can break a soul tie
Even when I had the heater on
She was telling me I'ma cold guy
I signed individual
They was telling me I'm so fly
Shine in the summer so we grinding in the meantime
One up in the head in case he try to go for the cheap shot
That money out your wallet and she start to bring the freak out
Feel like lately I been balling and it's different shit to peep now
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na nana nana (they like how I hit that)
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na nana nana
Trynna get more money like Harkless
If you want to survive you got to be heartless
Stop believing these hoes
They really persuasive
Dealing with bad memories
I just got to erase 'em
I been having mixed dreams
I chase it like it's Henny
This life shit a challenge
I just want you to hear me
Remember late nights on that block was sipping on that Remy
Trynna put two and two together feeling like Jimmy
So just stay up out the way you ain't rocking with me
That boy was my dog then he turn like Timmy
Come with everything I wanted so that shit just scare me
I done gave this shit my all I wonder
Can they feel me
Nana na
Don't ever trust a hoe
We just up the score
Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V
Like we made to match now
We used to run around
With the jays when they was scratched up
Number one rule
You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked
I was on my backside
And they was telling me to get up
Love choppers now
They gone work you out just like a sit up
Weed in the car
When the jakes out
Make sure the doors locked
Nowadays they'll give you a shot
Even if you gotta cold now
I still can't fuck the hoe
She was best friends with my old opps
Nana na
Don't ever trust a hoe
We just up the score
Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V
Like we made to match now
We used to run around
With the "jays" when they was scratched up
Number one rule
You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked
I was on my backside
And they was telling me to get up
Love choppers now
They gone work you out just like a sit up
Weed in the car
When the jakes out
Make sure the doors locked
Nowadays they'll give you a shot
Even if you gotta cold now
I still can't fuck the hoe
She was best friends with my old opps
Nowadays it's social media
So no asking who had told now
It feel like curse words only thing can break a soul tie
Even when I had the heater on
She was telling me I'ma cold guy
I signed individual
They was telling me I'm so fly
Shine in the summer so we grinding in the meantime
One up in the head in case he try to go for the cheap shot
That money out your wallet and she start to bring the freak out
Feel like lately I been balling and it's different shit to peep now
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na nana nana (they like how I hit that)
Nana na
Nana na
Nana na nana nana
Trynna get more money like Harkless
If you want to survive you got to be heartless
Stop believing these hoes
They really persuasive
Dealing with bad memories
I just got to erase 'em
I been having mixed dreams
I chase it like it's Henny
This life shit a challenge
I just want you to hear me
Remember late nights on that block was sipping on that Remy
Trynna put two and two together feeling like Jimmy
So just stay up out the way you ain't rocking with me
That boy was my dog then he turn like Timmy
Come with everything I wanted so that shit just scare me
I done gave this shit my all I wonder
Can they feel me
Nana na
Don't ever trust a hoe
We just up the score
Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V
Like we made to match now
We used to run around
With the jays when they was scratched up
Number one rule
You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked
I was on my backside
And they was telling me to get up
Love choppers now
They gone work you out just like a sit up
Weed in the car
When the jakes out
Make sure the doors locked
Nowadays they'll give you a shot
Even if you gotta cold now
I still can't fuck the hoe
She was best friends with my old opps
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Holmes
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