[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
Lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil bitch
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Nigga, uh, nigga, uh
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
We don't want to hear that shit, if you broke then fix it
Get your hatin' ass off my dick, man that shit ridiculous
Ayy, plug drop that sack then we get it off quickly
If I see some shit get iffy, bitch I get to shiftin'
I got different color trees, every day be Christmas
I ain't gon' lie, I can't stand to see my niggas [?]
Street baller, pants fallin', too many racks in my britches
Bad bitch wanna fuck me every time she get tipsy
I can spend it and get it back, I got more hustle than Nipsey
Police at the stop sign, he thought he caught me slippin'
I'm in that— take me ten sеconds to hit 160
That cracker want me, he gon' havе to do some extra shit to get me
You can check my background, I'm legit I never folded
He know I'm in rotation, she know that I'm in motion
I'm in that big body bitch quick to hit 140
I pull up all black Hellcat, you damn right I'm sported
I got a— show you how to control it
Every time your bitch get close to me, she bust it open
Ayy, I stay in my rearviews, nigga
I was tryna flip a pack, that's why I skipped school, nigga
You wanna get your sack up, better tap in, nigga
I spent three-fifty on Jordans just to trap in, nigga
You ain't bubble up off that pack, fuck you sellin' then, nigga
I be runnin' around the lobby, I don't do no checkin' in, nigga
You ain't gotta give me shit, just keep it real or somethin'
Ayy, I stick to the script like I pop pills or somethin'
Ayy, she can't suck no dick, bitch cook me a meal or somethin'
Ayy, kick a bitch out my shit like Uncle Phil or somethin'
Lil nigga
Lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil bitch
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Nigga, uh, nigga, uh
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
We don't want to hear that shit, if you broke then fix it
Get your hatin' ass off my dick, man that shit ridiculous
Ayy, plug drop that sack then we get it off quickly
If I see some shit get iffy, bitch I get to shiftin'
I got different color trees, every day be Christmas
I ain't gon' lie, I can't stand to see my niggas [?]
Street baller, pants fallin', too many racks in my britches
Bad bitch wanna fuck me every time she get tipsy
I can spend it and get it back, I got more hustle than Nipsey
Police at the stop sign, he thought he caught me slippin'
I'm in that— take me ten sеconds to hit 160
That cracker want me, he gon' havе to do some extra shit to get me
You can check my background, I'm legit I never folded
He know I'm in rotation, she know that I'm in motion
I'm in that big body bitch quick to hit 140
I pull up all black Hellcat, you damn right I'm sported
I got a— show you how to control it
Every time your bitch get close to me, she bust it open
Ayy, I stay in my rearviews, nigga
I was tryna flip a pack, that's why I skipped school, nigga
You wanna get your sack up, better tap in, nigga
I spent three-fifty on Jordans just to trap in, nigga
You ain't bubble up off that pack, fuck you sellin' then, nigga
I be runnin' around the lobby, I don't do no checkin' in, nigga
You ain't gotta give me shit, just keep it real or somethin'
Ayy, I stick to the script like I pop pills or somethin'
Ayy, she can't suck no dick, bitch cook me a meal or somethin'
Ayy, kick a bitch out my shit like Uncle Phil or somethin'
Lil nigga
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