Bring Cuz Witchu

Lyrics

[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 [Outro: RXKNephew and DJ Smokey] Baby, time ain't free Time is money, money ain't free, yeah Uh huh, 2023 Jump in that UFO, cut the lights on Pull up so damn fast, got that shit on Put my phone on do not disturb for the day Drop the top, where my backwood at? Good year, good day, good mood Good shoes, good eats, and good food (Nuke Radio! We make your eardrums bleed!)