Rap Niggas

Lyrics

[Verse] Niggas still banging my old shit, can't wait to hear my new shit Got the whole damn city waiting, on that fucking RNB 2 shit All hits, no misses, nigga, every fucking track, ain't no skipping, nigga If it's beef, na, I ain't dissing niggas, I will ride up on you with a glizzy, nigga Lately, I've been on some other shit Ain't about no money, I'm like fuck it, then Can't trust them, so why would I cuff a bitch? Tryna find time just to fuck a bitch I've been chasing paper, I've been doing shows I've been selling hooks, I've been selling O's Doing all of that, and tryna see my daughter Tell me, when the fuck I got some time for hoes? Now a days, I can't trust my folks Snake Griffin, cut your throat Hating hard, showing fake love Like I'm stupid, thug, they don't want me to blow [?] nigga, stop fronting Only time I'm running, if the cops coming Catch me in your hood, I ain't scared of nothing My nigga [?] drop something They like Rock, I thought you sing I'm like yeah, nigga, I rap too I trap too, I'm strapped too And I push a nigga shit back too [?] city need something, at your funeral for a check too So don't come for me [?] You don't really want that [?] I've been upstate with them real niggas Body snatching [?] kill niggas [?] and then drill niggas Crazy niggas will put the steal in you Catch you slippin, put a lock in the [?] Split your shit, and watch your body just drop [?] away from the cops 'Cause I ain't got time to go back to the box Damn, had a flashback Let's get back to the real I'm buzzing now, they say I'm next to get a deal A couple labels came our way, but they wasn't coming for real I know what I bring to the table, I need more than that lil couple mills And me and my niggas got big shit Chopper style, we hit shit Bullets size of footballs, they go hard, no hit stick Team of young wild ass misfits Pick a target, we don't miss shit The clips [?] bananas, nigga, guaranteed to split shit We trapping crazy, we stacking crazy And everybody know, we ain't just acting crazy I ain't got no pics, I clap a [?] Clap a baby [?] 357, that's what I mean Perk 30's got me feeling like I'm off lean And when them things in me, I'm a maniac [?] my banger clap Some real rap [?] If you lie [?] where your head at [?] nigga, I ain't tryna hear that This gon' be the spot where you're found dead at Nigga, 'cause I'm [?] You can find me in the trap house Yeah I got weed, I got crack out [?] I'm back out To the streets [?] [?] with me, 'cause if I lose, I'ma jam ya Like doggy food, I can ya If you a fraud, I can't stand ya Get money til I D.I.A No alphabets [?] You tryna fight, nigga, what I look like [?] Leave your body stanking in the alley Fuck you nigga, you [?] All these rap niggas fake like a [?] Got a slick mouth, I'ma make you pay [?]