Nutty
Got no love fa no pussy ass nigga feel like Nutty
In the Hill got five hundred pressed pills fa my Buddy
Trying to throw my bro some trees all he want to sell is puppy
I won't give a bitch no time but I might throw her some money
Man that little hoe gone love me forever cause I taught her sum
I ain't know the bitch but two days went and bought her sum
You better put that petty money up bro trying to chalk them sum
And if I turn that green light on he gone off them sum
Fifty for my truck and two hundred for my condo
Another ten in guns what would I be trying to hide fo
The city getting colder that's what I got this fye fo
Calm down bout that bitch she isn't nun to die fo
The day I got touched that's the day somebody getting popped
Grab a twenty oz from the sto add a three of wok
Nigga ever try to hit my lean then he getting dropped
Been creeping with this nigga baby momma she gone get me caught
If you really think I trust you got to be insane
Make a bitch call me seventy five hoe don't say my name
You old as hell go get you some money boy stop playing games
Road hot and the mail hot I might play the train
Pick up in the winter summer time I might play the cat
You can do wtf you want when you having racks
Niggas tried to tax so I hit the road and brought it back
I'll change the price on the work shut down your trap
I ain't got to pop the trunk nigga the gun in my lap
And sum that shoot 5.5.6 sitting in the back
I can't talk on either of my phones cause them bitches tapped
Just pull up to the spot to get served you know where it's at
In the Hill got five hundred pressed pills fa my Buddy
Trying to throw my bro some trees all he want to sell is puppy
I won't give a bitch no time but I might throw her some money
Man that little hoe gone love me forever cause I taught her sum
I ain't know the bitch but two days went and bought her sum
You better put that petty money up bro trying to chalk them sum
And if I turn that green light on he gone off them sum
Fifty for my truck and two hundred for my condo
Another ten in guns what would I be trying to hide fo
The city getting colder that's what I got this fye fo
Calm down bout that bitch she isn't nun to die fo
The day I got touched that's the day somebody getting popped
Grab a twenty oz from the sto add a three of wok
Nigga ever try to hit my lean then he getting dropped
Been creeping with this nigga baby momma she gone get me caught
If you really think I trust you got to be insane
Make a bitch call me seventy five hoe don't say my name
You old as hell go get you some money boy stop playing games
Road hot and the mail hot I might play the train
Pick up in the winter summer time I might play the cat
You can do wtf you want when you having racks
Niggas tried to tax so I hit the road and brought it back
I'll change the price on the work shut down your trap
I ain't got to pop the trunk nigga the gun in my lap
And sum that shoot 5.5.6 sitting in the back
I can't talk on either of my phones cause them bitches tapped
Just pull up to the spot to get served you know where it's at
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Writer(s): Nate Woods
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