A Nigga Wasn't Ever Dumb
A nigga wasn't ever dumb
Flyest nigga in the school
Pants hang below my ass, cus I always keep a tool
Niggas always run they mouth, he a bitch he not a dude
And his bitch want me to take her out, she just want some food
Now what the fuck you gotta say
Bitch you know I keep a K
Pull up on you broad day, ain't no aimin' let it spray
And you heard about the beef if it's up there then it's stuck there
And I'm from Murda Mount if you ain't from here then don't come here
Nigga where yo pistol at? On my waist I keep it tucked there
We like where the opps at? Man these niggas don't be nowhere
You be lookin' for the gas, well my niggas got it all
Bullets flying' everywhere, souls rising, bodies fall
Hit that bitch up in his top and now they saying RIP's
Got balloons in the sky and got his momma on her knees
Did that nigga dirty, left his ass rotting like some cheese
And the nigga was a bitch I had em yelling to me please
But you know I'm trigger happy so a nigga had to squeeze
Nigga all I know is shoot, nah bitch ain't tryna hoop
Run up in yo crib, bust yo shit and then I take the loot
The 40 blow just like a flute, hell na ian playing
And I'm taxing for a feature bitch don't tell me what you paying
Play with me and imma turn up like I'm going super saiyan
Tryna drill and kill, I'll up this fuckin steel
And it shred niggas, rip you like you was banana peels
And I got it from the dirt
Stayed humble made it work
So If you try to take my property you end up in a hearse
Man I started this shit first, speak on me get it the worst
And you bet not play with bae she got the glock up in her purse
A nigga always fly
You know niggas in the stu'
Niggas dyin' everyday, blood same color piru
Never lacking never scared put the 40 to ya head
Real nigga dying breed, trigger happy let it squeeze
Bless a nigga like he sneeze and I'll take his fuckin cheese
I can see yo brother, now yo date tatted on his sleeve
Imma street nigga gangsta play with me must be a fool
Ain't no one on ones bitch you know the gang gon get you too
This big B calling me bae I do not play you gotta move
I fucking slut bitches you know that I cannot wife you boo
Niggas run they mouth like bitches what you really wanna do
I bust at you, you better duck bullets sticking to you like glue
(Bullets sticking to you like glue)
(Bullets sticking to you like glue)
Flyest nigga in the school
Pants hang below my ass, cus I always keep a tool
Niggas always run they mouth, he a bitch he not a dude
And his bitch want me to take her out, she just want some food
Now what the fuck you gotta say
Bitch you know I keep a K
Pull up on you broad day, ain't no aimin' let it spray
And you heard about the beef if it's up there then it's stuck there
And I'm from Murda Mount if you ain't from here then don't come here
Nigga where yo pistol at? On my waist I keep it tucked there
We like where the opps at? Man these niggas don't be nowhere
You be lookin' for the gas, well my niggas got it all
Bullets flying' everywhere, souls rising, bodies fall
Hit that bitch up in his top and now they saying RIP's
Got balloons in the sky and got his momma on her knees
Did that nigga dirty, left his ass rotting like some cheese
And the nigga was a bitch I had em yelling to me please
But you know I'm trigger happy so a nigga had to squeeze
Nigga all I know is shoot, nah bitch ain't tryna hoop
Run up in yo crib, bust yo shit and then I take the loot
The 40 blow just like a flute, hell na ian playing
And I'm taxing for a feature bitch don't tell me what you paying
Play with me and imma turn up like I'm going super saiyan
Tryna drill and kill, I'll up this fuckin steel
And it shred niggas, rip you like you was banana peels
And I got it from the dirt
Stayed humble made it work
So If you try to take my property you end up in a hearse
Man I started this shit first, speak on me get it the worst
And you bet not play with bae she got the glock up in her purse
A nigga always fly
You know niggas in the stu'
Niggas dyin' everyday, blood same color piru
Never lacking never scared put the 40 to ya head
Real nigga dying breed, trigger happy let it squeeze
Bless a nigga like he sneeze and I'll take his fuckin cheese
I can see yo brother, now yo date tatted on his sleeve
Imma street nigga gangsta play with me must be a fool
Ain't no one on ones bitch you know the gang gon get you too
This big B calling me bae I do not play you gotta move
I fucking slut bitches you know that I cannot wife you boo
Niggas run they mouth like bitches what you really wanna do
I bust at you, you better duck bullets sticking to you like glue
(Bullets sticking to you like glue)
(Bullets sticking to you like glue)
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Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson
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