[Intro]
(Your check on another, DJ Skee) World premiere
Brand new Nipsey
Track by RStylez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Nipsey, we in the building, my nigga
Slauson Boy Records
Ha-ha, right
Ayy, ayy, my nigga, look, check this out, homie
Stop blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone 'cause
A nigga ain't gon' get there no quicker, you feel me?
[Chorus]
My nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So, nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So, nigga I be makin' them swerves
[Verse 1]
Look, I stay on the grind
That's why you see me on the BG, I stay on the dime
I stash money out of sight, but it stay on my mind
Sells blowin' up my phone, so I stay on my line
I see these dumb niggas, chasin' sales down the block
Fuckin' young niggas, takin' mark money from the cops
Every day I hit the turf, I'm like, "Just come through"
Servin' quarters to the homies in the luxury coupe
I sip the Veuve Clicquot, and blow the kush through the roof
And play cat and mouse with C.R.A.S.H. cops, you know how we do
Stay off the radar, I dipped on Johnny in the Regal
Cracked a fat bitch, the next day I took her Geo
Green on green tint with Betty Boop in her window
Same block, same cop, they drove right past a nigga
I'm smarter than the average nigga from your set
Nip' Hussle, motherfucker, I got traps to check
(Your check on another, DJ Skee) World premiere
Brand new Nipsey
Track by RStylez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Nipsey, we in the building, my nigga
Slauson Boy Records
Ha-ha, right
Ayy, ayy, my nigga, look, check this out, homie
Stop blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone 'cause
A nigga ain't gon' get there no quicker, you feel me?
[Chorus]
My nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So, nigga, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, switchin' lanes
These niggas, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So, nigga I be makin' them swerves
[Verse 1]
Look, I stay on the grind
That's why you see me on the BG, I stay on the dime
I stash money out of sight, but it stay on my mind
Sells blowin' up my phone, so I stay on my line
I see these dumb niggas, chasin' sales down the block
Fuckin' young niggas, takin' mark money from the cops
Every day I hit the turf, I'm like, "Just come through"
Servin' quarters to the homies in the luxury coupe
I sip the Veuve Clicquot, and blow the kush through the roof
And play cat and mouse with C.R.A.S.H. cops, you know how we do
Stay off the radar, I dipped on Johnny in the Regal
Cracked a fat bitch, the next day I took her Geo
Green on green tint with Betty Boop in her window
Same block, same cop, they drove right past a nigga
I'm smarter than the average nigga from your set
Nip' Hussle, motherfucker, I got traps to check
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