NahFr
MQ on the mix boy
Nahfr can we have a check please
Haaa
Walk a nigga down by myself
Cus I don't trust niggas
I grow up around some real niggas
I know real killers
Some niggas in they feelings on some shit that my uncle did
But every time a nigga come around they get silent
I ain't gotta flex on no hoe man she know I'm it
Every time I hit a fucking party man you know I'm lit
The hoes choosing now look I don't even gotta pick
Put ya money on yo boy
Yeah the number one draft pick
They know I'm on they ass
It's a couple niggas that I'm tryna kill
And all I don't know Meek
But I'm still tryna get me a meal
Aye do something to make me happy
When the fuck that nigga dollar bills
All these guns in the whip
Nah we ain't tryna chill
If they don't know I'm on they fuckin ass
I bet they know now
Ayy nigga fuck your block
When I see you imma let it blow
Aye Brody leaked his lo'
Hell yeah he must be extra slow
You tryna argue on the internet
I'm like nigga you an extra hoe
If it's beef let me know
You ain't got a sneak a nigga
I'm tryna hit a nigga up close
His body drop look that's a bangers
I got shot seven times
My whole body full of anger
And if you see me in all black and we beefing you in danger
You say you got a problem with me nigga aye just let me know
If your nigga love you
Then they bet not let you out that door
Talking down on my dead guys
I'm like let's go to war
I don't got to do too much shit
Just know it's on the floor
Ha nah foreal
Ha this shit on the floor nigga
Nah foreal man
Aye aye haaa
All I know is fighting
Shootin
Sirens
Tigers
Bears
I'm from the home of the lions
Yo nigga's dead
You at home cryin
Quick to dunk on a nigga
Like I'm Zion
Every time a nigga be with me you know he die
They killed him with a phone in his hand
He was live
They shot her ass too
Ohh my bad she a dike
And you don't gotta look for me nigga I'm outside
Aye Que blacked balled
How the fuck he get on
We don't like that nigga
But we still gone play his songs
I heard he got some kids
And he don't take care of his sons
Aye how he gettin' money
When he dress like a bum
That's the type of shit I hear
But I still stand on business
I fucked her and her friend
It was cold like December
I talk money to these little niggas cause I really get it
One minute he talking down
The next minute he ain't living
Ha nah foreal
Haaa nah foreal
I ain't gone lie to you niggas nah foreal
Stand on business nigga
Haaaa
Nahfr can we have a check please
Haaa
Walk a nigga down by myself
Cus I don't trust niggas
I grow up around some real niggas
I know real killers
Some niggas in they feelings on some shit that my uncle did
But every time a nigga come around they get silent
I ain't gotta flex on no hoe man she know I'm it
Every time I hit a fucking party man you know I'm lit
The hoes choosing now look I don't even gotta pick
Put ya money on yo boy
Yeah the number one draft pick
They know I'm on they ass
It's a couple niggas that I'm tryna kill
And all I don't know Meek
But I'm still tryna get me a meal
Aye do something to make me happy
When the fuck that nigga dollar bills
All these guns in the whip
Nah we ain't tryna chill
If they don't know I'm on they fuckin ass
I bet they know now
Ayy nigga fuck your block
When I see you imma let it blow
Aye Brody leaked his lo'
Hell yeah he must be extra slow
You tryna argue on the internet
I'm like nigga you an extra hoe
If it's beef let me know
You ain't got a sneak a nigga
I'm tryna hit a nigga up close
His body drop look that's a bangers
I got shot seven times
My whole body full of anger
And if you see me in all black and we beefing you in danger
You say you got a problem with me nigga aye just let me know
If your nigga love you
Then they bet not let you out that door
Talking down on my dead guys
I'm like let's go to war
I don't got to do too much shit
Just know it's on the floor
Ha nah foreal
Ha this shit on the floor nigga
Nah foreal man
Aye aye haaa
All I know is fighting
Shootin
Sirens
Tigers
Bears
I'm from the home of the lions
Yo nigga's dead
You at home cryin
Quick to dunk on a nigga
Like I'm Zion
Every time a nigga be with me you know he die
They killed him with a phone in his hand
He was live
They shot her ass too
Ohh my bad she a dike
And you don't gotta look for me nigga I'm outside
Aye Que blacked balled
How the fuck he get on
We don't like that nigga
But we still gone play his songs
I heard he got some kids
And he don't take care of his sons
Aye how he gettin' money
When he dress like a bum
That's the type of shit I hear
But I still stand on business
I fucked her and her friend
It was cold like December
I talk money to these little niggas cause I really get it
One minute he talking down
The next minute he ain't living
Ha nah foreal
Haaa nah foreal
I ain't gone lie to you niggas nah foreal
Stand on business nigga
Haaaa
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Writer(s): Quentez Mckinney
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