[Intro: RXKNephew, Bamboon & DJ Smokey]
Talk to 'em!
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I- (Nuke Radio!)
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I- (You know that's right!)
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I do (It's the one and only Neph Crockett!)
Why you fuckin' with them hoes? That's what I do
I'm worried 'bout my money, worry 'bout you
[Interlude: Bamboon & DJ Smokey]
Ay yo, hold up, hold up, bring that shit back! This that real Crockett shit, this that real money rag shit, you heard? We on your block yellin' "Free Max B!"
Yo, DJ Smokey, what the fuck are you doin'? Why did you bring a nuke into the building?!
Nukeaholic Mixtapes!
Nuke Radio!
[Verse: RXKNephew, DJ Smokey, and Bamboon]
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I do
Why you fuckin' with them hoes? That's what I do
I'm worried 'bout my money, worry 'bout you (Nuke)
I'm speedin' in the slow lane, they can't fuck with me
Crack thе bottle, break the weed up, and roll thе dutch for me
Auntie like, "Neph, you know that they can't fuck with you
They wasn't in the trap, they wasn't playin' [?] with you" (Talk to 'em!)
I fucked that bitch so damn good, she want me stay the night
These the cards God dealt, I'm tryna play 'em right
You try and show me that you love me, better say it right
I did a bean and drunk some Henny, I ain't ate tonight (What the fuck?)
Ain't seen my momma in a minute, so I flew her down
I ain't hit the town and see my daughter, so I flew her down
My grandma say she miss me, so I'm bout to fly her down
My bitch held it down for years, so I'mma hold it down
I ain't materialistic, I just love spendin'
My grandma like, "You can't lose, you just love winnin'"
I took them twelve [?] and stuffed dubs in it
We gettin' money in this trap, it ain't no love in it
You see me in that dancefloor, you better have drugs witchu
If your brother ain't with you, then bring cuz witchu
I pulled up in the Coupe, it ain't even no room for you
I left some empty baggies sittin' in the room for you (Fresh off the street! Holy shit!)
My bitch like, "Neph, I cook food for you
Why you got an attitude? I ain't rude on you"
I cut them other bitches off, I ain't gon' choose on you
I'm like, "You know I'm way too damn smooth for you"
I'm busy workin', I ain't wanna ignore you
I dicked her down every day, she gettin' spoiled
I told the plug, "I don't even know you"
If you ain't seen me cook dope, nigga, I can show you (Nuke Radio)
And I can show you where the [?], I can show you where the kit go
My wrist and that fork in that pot like Hungry Hungry Hippos
Pulled up, my Audi got darker tint than a limo
I got two felonies, I can't show the extendo
They think you gon' ask for somethin', where your friends go?
I'm strapped the fuck up, and that's just how that shit go
You better hit a lick, nigga, you better get a pole (Oh!)
Hit the za
Don't you have your hand out, you better get a Glock
I'm focused on the work, bitch, I'm tryna fix the pot
That nigga still alive? You better get a bigger Glock
He got shot, God tried to call him
Almost died on the yak, God tried to call me
I was born in this shit, how they gon' fault me?
I'm doin' shit the dope dealin' nigga taught me
(There's a nuke in this club)
Dope dealin' is a sport
You ain't used to dope dealin', you might find yourself in court
You can find me with a fork
You can find me on the interstate or catch me on the porch (Yo, talk to 'em Neph!)
What you need?
I told my bitch that money callin', I ain't tryna leave
Bleedin' from the inside, and he ain't tryna bleed
Money, time, time, money, time ain't free
Talk to 'em!
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I- (Nuke Radio!)
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I- (You know that's right!)
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I do (It's the one and only Neph Crockett!)
Why you fuckin' with them hoes? That's what I do
I'm worried 'bout my money, worry 'bout you
[Interlude: Bamboon & DJ Smokey]
Ay yo, hold up, hold up, bring that shit back! This that real Crockett shit, this that real money rag shit, you heard? We on your block yellin' "Free Max B!"
Yo, DJ Smokey, what the fuck are you doin'? Why did you bring a nuke into the building?!
Nukeaholic Mixtapes!
Nuke Radio!
[Verse: RXKNephew, DJ Smokey, and Bamboon]
Why you always on the road? That's what I do
Why you drink and drivin', Neph? That's what I do
Why you fuckin' with them hoes? That's what I do
I'm worried 'bout my money, worry 'bout you (Nuke)
I'm speedin' in the slow lane, they can't fuck with me
Crack thе bottle, break the weed up, and roll thе dutch for me
Auntie like, "Neph, you know that they can't fuck with you
They wasn't in the trap, they wasn't playin' [?] with you" (Talk to 'em!)
I fucked that bitch so damn good, she want me stay the night
These the cards God dealt, I'm tryna play 'em right
You try and show me that you love me, better say it right
I did a bean and drunk some Henny, I ain't ate tonight (What the fuck?)
Ain't seen my momma in a minute, so I flew her down
I ain't hit the town and see my daughter, so I flew her down
My grandma say she miss me, so I'm bout to fly her down
My bitch held it down for years, so I'mma hold it down
I ain't materialistic, I just love spendin'
My grandma like, "You can't lose, you just love winnin'"
I took them twelve [?] and stuffed dubs in it
We gettin' money in this trap, it ain't no love in it
You see me in that dancefloor, you better have drugs witchu
If your brother ain't with you, then bring cuz witchu
I pulled up in the Coupe, it ain't even no room for you
I left some empty baggies sittin' in the room for you (Fresh off the street! Holy shit!)
My bitch like, "Neph, I cook food for you
Why you got an attitude? I ain't rude on you"
I cut them other bitches off, I ain't gon' choose on you
I'm like, "You know I'm way too damn smooth for you"
I'm busy workin', I ain't wanna ignore you
I dicked her down every day, she gettin' spoiled
I told the plug, "I don't even know you"
If you ain't seen me cook dope, nigga, I can show you (Nuke Radio)
And I can show you where the [?], I can show you where the kit go
My wrist and that fork in that pot like Hungry Hungry Hippos
Pulled up, my Audi got darker tint than a limo
I got two felonies, I can't show the extendo
They think you gon' ask for somethin', where your friends go?
I'm strapped the fuck up, and that's just how that shit go
You better hit a lick, nigga, you better get a pole (Oh!)
Hit the za
Don't you have your hand out, you better get a Glock
I'm focused on the work, bitch, I'm tryna fix the pot
That nigga still alive? You better get a bigger Glock
He got shot, God tried to call him
Almost died on the yak, God tried to call me
I was born in this shit, how they gon' fault me?
I'm doin' shit the dope dealin' nigga taught me
(There's a nuke in this club)
Dope dealin' is a sport
You ain't used to dope dealin', you might find yourself in court
You can find me with a fork
You can find me on the interstate or catch me on the porch (Yo, talk to 'em Neph!)
What you need?
I told my bitch that money callin', I ain't tryna leave
Bleedin' from the inside, and he ain't tryna bleed
Money, time, time, money, time ain't free
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