NLMB Cypher

Coolin on the block, and I'm chilling
I'm just by my lonely
Nigga play he popped, say he with it
Man these niggas toney
Tino thats my nigga, right or wrong
Pistols get to blowing
We ain't worried bout no V's cus you know the whip be stolen
Coughing off this wood, this that thrax just to be exact
Nigga play he wack, it don't matter we go tit for tat
And I'm in the trap, took yo shit you can't get it back
Dressed in all black, plus I'm chilling
Ain't no strings attached
And I got the mac, yo dog gone
You can't get them back
Bussin off this perc, in a minute I might go beserk
Bad bitch love to twerk, if she with it I might take her with me
My niggas say they rolling, they be rolling like the rolling sixties

On the mic again, creeping in
Niggas still ain't up
Hope you keep that pole cus niggas hooping and they shots is up
Eight-K pass the verse can't disappoint so imma turn it up
They want me for arson cus my shit got houses burning up
Tryna wack a nigga, take it back like Wii on sports resort
Niggas want a feature get the trial and take that shit to court
Gang be down to ride so watch yo seat that shit get hot like scorch
I be sonning niggas, had the light but now I pass the torch
We ain't talking business, tell me what the fuck we talking for
You ain't throwing head, tell me what the fuck we argue for
We can make the deal, tell me what the fuck you bargain for
Ain't no weed in that? Tell me what the fuck we sparking for
This shit out of body
When I'm high I be zoning out
Finna make a play, get the guys we start rolling out
Scared to make a play, tell me what the fucking you whining bout
You ain't care before? Tell me why the fuck you trying now
It ain't Kodak Black, my lil nigga still gon dog you out
Got that dog in you but you got butterflies he's still attached
Omar get the gun I see ten niggas and they all got macs
Bust a nigga head open like on the game we open packs
Seeing red like ruby, best believe I take it to the max
Youn talk like that, hate when niggas gotta change they act
I see it I want it, I can never save a fucking stack
I see it I get it, double down and make the profit back
Y'all don't know about me
How I see it I'm just really hidden
Need no boxing gloves I'll slap a nigga in some kitchen mittens
Tryna joke on me, I'm the jokester nigga who you kidding
Youn fuck with me, I'm the best so tell me who you feeling
Yea Tino hold weight, but I love it when she call my name
Tryna time the stroke I treat that shit like it's a mini game
Yea my time gon come, getting plenty head with plenty fame
I just call her pretty while that necklace drop I watch it hang

On this bitch with Southside Tay we kickin shit like Shaq and Kobe
Rel that's like my twin but ain't shit sweet bitch this ain't Zack and Cody
Fuckin off this perc, pussy creamy sound like macaroni
Said that you my bro, how the fuck you just gon switch up on me
Smile in front yo face then talk that shit these niggas really toney
I'm from murda mount, 1600 block to be exact
If them niggas spin its one way in your guys ain't coming back
JohnWiic he the man he got the plan his niggas never lack
And if that nigga run, let off some shots and hit em in his back
If I put one in his spine and in his mind, bitch you do the math
Gon end up on a shirt then in a hearse then get put in the dirt
Get down like yo homie heard he died and then I faced the wood
Say that you a gangsta you gon kill me bitch you wish you could
Smoking on this thrax, this good gas got me coughing
Find out where he stay sit on his block my niggas stalking
We resort to pistol play niggas ain't with the talking
JohnWiic and Southside Tay put the beat in the coffin
And you know like I say, I don't do this rap shit often
Niggas can't go bar for bar better go get to walking
If I catch your bitch ass lacking then them pistols get to sparking