The Nac 3
That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu
Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less
They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
They gave that boy a chance, the rapper that they wouldn't answer
Poking five deep full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay have some respect when I'm in Wilton I got manors
That glock MCQueen, Alexander
Let it sing just like the cantor
They won't forget my silhouette I'm looking through their window
Get these rappers off my dick before I buy they ass a dildo
I don't give a fuck they sending shots, tell them boy ditto
Dreidel man, hammerhead shark, that boy a fucking minnow
Why you beefing with a kid though
Why you talking to your pillow
I was stretching shit fashitsho
Book the opps, that would be a shit show
I left a mark I call it skid row
Cause they dissing on the big bro
Extended clip, and it look like a hippo
Why they want me to be a sicko
Everybody around me crank, no yes Man
Hundred round drum leave his ass no info
I'll leave them coins in the chest of a deadman
She a lil nac nac she a lil nympho
Used to jwett, now he do crypto
Tiny Tim I like to tiptoe
Jit was fucked up bout Calypso
Hill bomb em no fransisco
Paul Revere the ops are coming Imma let them peel
Catch that boy and make him backflip like Jeleel
Saddleback strapped like a horse, but I don't got concealed
You trying to be gangster I'm a be a starr mass appeal
That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu
Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less
They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu
Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less
They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
They gave that boy a chance, the rapper that they wouldn't answer
Poking five deep full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay have some respect when I'm in Wilton I got manors
That glock MCQueen, Alexander
Let it sing just like the cantor
They won't forget my silhouette I'm looking through their window
Get these rappers off my dick before I buy they ass a dildo
I don't give a fuck they sending shots, tell them boy ditto
Dreidel man, hammerhead shark, that boy a fucking minnow
Why you beefing with a kid though
Why you talking to your pillow
I was stretching shit fashitsho
Book the opps, that would be a shit show
I left a mark I call it skid row
Cause they dissing on the big bro
Extended clip, and it look like a hippo
Why they want me to be a sicko
Everybody around me crank, no yes Man
Hundred round drum leave his ass no info
I'll leave them coins in the chest of a deadman
She a lil nac nac she a lil nympho
Used to jwett, now he do crypto
Tiny Tim I like to tiptoe
Jit was fucked up bout Calypso
Hill bomb em no fransisco
Paul Revere the ops are coming Imma let them peel
Catch that boy and make him backflip like Jeleel
Saddleback strapped like a horse, but I don't got concealed
You trying to be gangster I'm a be a starr mass appeal
That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu
Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less
They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
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Writer(s): Roy Hughes, Rami Casey, Benjamin Landy Pavlon
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