Ni Hao

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron] Once I get the head off ShittyBoyz (Bear On The Beat) [Verse 1: StanWill] Once I get the head off the lil' bitch, arrivederci In Speedway, grabbing giffies and I need a Slurpee I was scamming hams Thanksgiving, wasn't eating turkey Niggas lame as hell, boy, I wouldn't even beef with turkey Really I don't even beef at all Baking for that cheese, now his tee look like pizza sauce Do fraud, fuck a J-O-B, I don't need a boss I was in school punching, fuck what the teachers taught Ye did the kicks, bald Jesus did the hoodie on it I don't like to dance, made my chain do the Boogie on it We ain't playing fair, every Glock got a fully on it Unc' bet not think 'bout running off, we'll bully Otis December mean Nike tech, Moncler, and giffies Yo bitch caught some shots to the back like she Ricky MSR reader writer everything, we get busy Pop up on my ex with that dick like, "You miss me?" [Verse 2: TrDee] With a fifth in hand, like we finna get litty Baby wanna fuck, she used to tell me she was busy When I put it in she say she feel it in her kidney Heard they took your shit, that's why your should've had a blicky Blicky, I'ma run it up until I'm fifty Fifty, and I'm walking to it when I'm sixty Sixty, ugh, I know this bitch ain't really kiss me Kiss me, you gon' need some money if you diss me She a foreign thang, only right my fitted be the same I can never stress, fall back and tell her do her thang He gon' be without it, better tell your boy to use his brain Like how many days in a week, I can never change Riding with a soul snatcher, I ain't talking 'bout a freak I do know a couple, they love them some black meat I'll rather pull up on you, you'll rather go and tweet Look up and pray to God [?] say you'll [?] [Verse 3: StanWill] Pistol on me, revving horsepower, feel like Arthur Morgan I'll put a hole in your chest like the [?] Tippy-toeing in Balenciaga, I don't march in Jordans Torch on me, something like a welder, I'll spark your tools Said you fighting demons? Dee high as hell fighting Martians Hit this lil' worker bitch, now she let me slide in Target Let 'em try, turn 'em Bruce Willis, they gon' die the hardest If you up all that dog shit, nigga, why you carless? Lil'-ass money, boy, you can't get no transportation Quit the dick sucking, fuck around get you blammed for hating Hit his ass with the ni hao, I just scammed a Asian I got GOAT in my DNA, you know Stan the greatest Rapping all that killer shit, he really just a hip hopper Stick a pinky out when you do it, suck my dick proper Real sleaze, I done probably hit your favorite TikToker I don't fight, have Donny hit you with a shit rocker [Verse 4: TrDee] It's a scam fiesta, chips and sauce when I push the lines Bitch, I'm in Atlanta dripping Gucci, on my Gunna vibes Stan'll probably punch it for me, I don't gotta stand in line Any nigga scared to get some money not a friend of mine Chain got some colors, it remind me of the rainbow Stan spin the block, pop that nigga like a Faygo Faygo, bitch, I stay with bread just like I'm mayo Ayo, diamonds really dance like they Teo Baby, what's your credit? Not a Seven? Get away from me Bitch, I'm at the Lab with some cake, not the bakery Gang really back to back in chains like a slavery You can really do the whole gang, it's okay with me Do yo lil' dance, touch your knees, baby, flip yo hair [?] in my lungs, man, I'm really running out of air Blowing on some poop? Boy, you might as well face a square Tron really Kobe with the hoes, he don't even share Huh, I don't even care Message to the fans, when you see us do not stop and stare Huh, you'll catch a pair All these sluts please be aware 'cause I really swear