That Somebody?
(This is on you, J3WLZ)
Grrah
Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Like, it's Navvy, bitch
Like, like, it's Navvy, bitch
Grrah
Like, I'm finna blow up (Boom)
Beam on his head make that nigga frozen (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, I'm the one who's chosen
Like, I be getting some motion
Woah, I be keepin it goin'
Heart so cold, I ain't showin no emotion (Ice, ice, ice)
Knowing I'm back, I cause the commotion
Her pussy so wet, I be drowning in ocean
Like, back to back
Pull out that Glock know we aim at his fitted cap
Like, who getting back?
Ten shots gon' send you where the devil at? Where the devil at?
You ain't spinning that
I'm grabbin' the toolie, I ain't no rookie
I'm fuckin this broke niggas bitch
Going full throttle, can't wait to be rich, like
They think they better than me, they think they better than me
No they not
They just think they got but you know they don't
Pull up with a Glock, you know I'll never stop
Navvy Balla is back and you know he's never last
M on my head, I ain't saving these hoes
You my brother, you already know
The way that I'm flowin', keepin' it going
Five shots I'm ready to blow
Man, I'm chosen, keep on growing
Ice on my neck, it's cold like the snow
Woah, masked up with a suit and tie
One gun I'm ready to rumble
Catchin' these bullets you really gon' fumble
With my team we don't need no huddle
Walk on water, I don't need no puddle
I really came out of the gutter
Say what you gotta say, you startin' to stutter
Make it to the to the top, that's word to my mother
I really do shit I'm not like no other
I'm coming on top you gotta discover
I'm coming to eat where's my supper, like
Where my supper at, nigga
I'm coming up top, I'm coming for the throne, nigga
2024, Navvy Balla, he's back, nigga
I'm back, and I'm ready to do this shit
Think they better than me, they think they better than me
No, they not
They just think they got but you know they don't
Pull up with a Glock, you know I'll never stop
Navvy Balla is back and you know he's never last
Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB, nigga
MB, MB, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah
Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Like, it's Navvy, bitch
Like, like, it's Navvy, bitch
Grrah
Like, I'm finna blow up (Boom)
Beam on his head make that nigga frozen (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, I'm the one who's chosen
Like, I be getting some motion
Woah, I be keepin it goin'
Heart so cold, I ain't showin no emotion (Ice, ice, ice)
Knowing I'm back, I cause the commotion
Her pussy so wet, I be drowning in ocean
Like, back to back
Pull out that Glock know we aim at his fitted cap
Like, who getting back?
Ten shots gon' send you where the devil at? Where the devil at?
You ain't spinning that
I'm grabbin' the toolie, I ain't no rookie
I'm fuckin this broke niggas bitch
Going full throttle, can't wait to be rich, like
They think they better than me, they think they better than me
No they not
They just think they got but you know they don't
Pull up with a Glock, you know I'll never stop
Navvy Balla is back and you know he's never last
M on my head, I ain't saving these hoes
You my brother, you already know
The way that I'm flowin', keepin' it going
Five shots I'm ready to blow
Man, I'm chosen, keep on growing
Ice on my neck, it's cold like the snow
Woah, masked up with a suit and tie
One gun I'm ready to rumble
Catchin' these bullets you really gon' fumble
With my team we don't need no huddle
Walk on water, I don't need no puddle
I really came out of the gutter
Say what you gotta say, you startin' to stutter
Make it to the to the top, that's word to my mother
I really do shit I'm not like no other
I'm coming on top you gotta discover
I'm coming to eat where's my supper, like
Where my supper at, nigga
I'm coming up top, I'm coming for the throne, nigga
2024, Navvy Balla, he's back, nigga
I'm back, and I'm ready to do this shit
Think they better than me, they think they better than me
No, they not
They just think they got but you know they don't
Pull up with a Glock, you know I'll never stop
Navvy Balla is back and you know he's never last
Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB, nigga
MB, MB, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
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Writer(s): Ameire Moore
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