[Chorus] They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high" I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me" If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin' I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good, since you ain't ask, but say you love me Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin' I got a bag now Can show my ass off Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh Nigga, them sticks involved Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it No NFL, he gettin' picked off
[Verse 1] It's consequences when you fuck with us This nigga must be trippin' off angel dust He moved wrong and he got flushed You in beef, nigga, what you slippin' for? 7.62s, nigga, let 'em off Caught this nigga out of bounds Thirty, had my name in his mouth He lost, he can't bе found One, two, three, knock him down Turn your smile into a frown Don't be stupid, how many bullеts take for a hundred clowns? Leave 'em clueless, all this gun smoke, but no shells on the ground Remember when they turned me down, now all these bitches want me now He can talk that shit, when we catch him, reason he gettin' popped On that block, he can't be recognized, he gettin' shot Punched him down, hit him so hard that his shoes flew off Don't bump opps around here, a nigga get your speakers blew off
[Chorus] They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high" I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me" If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin' I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good, since you ain't ask, but say you love me Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin' I got a bag now Can show my ass off Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh Nigga, them sticks involved Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it No NFL, he gettin' picked off
[Verse 2] A nigga ain't never do shit for me Before gettin' money, I was robbin' Sellin' weed ain't never work, was steady smokin' all my profit Only job I ever had was cuttin' grass to make some dollars Sixty on the reggie pack and it joke for to get me hide it With my cousins playin' cops and robbers, nigga, I was the robber Started off as caps, now we got them tools, they way louder Fill your ass up with these slugs, you gon' need way more than a doctor Don't disrespect me like that, bitch, you know that I'm a fuckin' goblin, huh
[Interlude] And that's that These bitch-ass niggas don't want no fuckin' smoke with us Ho-ass niggas These niggas ain't even like that on they side, nigga You know we gon' ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels fall off
[Chorus] They say, "Lil' nigga, hold your head high" I'm like, "Fuck you, nigga, you ain't never do nothin' for me" If you ain't my mama or my bros, you can't ask for nothin' I'm doin' good, I'm livin' good, since you ain't ask, but say you love me Remember I was bummy, I'm that same nigga that came from nothin' I got a bag now Can show my ass off Got a bad bitch just to wipe me down Wanna ride, bro'nem got the sticks in the car, huh Nigga, them sticks involved Catch his ass lackin', I'm lettin' him have it No NFL, he gettin' picked offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
