Lingo Nightmares

Lyrics

[Intro] What you say? Nah nah, I don't want that, I'm straight You good Yeah hand me that motherfucker right there though real quick Yeah I don't even really got much to say, you feel me [Verse] Five finger discount, nigga what you need? Hold up what you want? nah I ain't talkin' 'bout no weed Ain't talkin' 'bout that white, nah, ain't talkin' 'bout that spit up If I ever go down, ain't talkin' to no feds bruh Loyalty number one rule in the street (number one) Two, always gotta pack your heat (hot, hot, hot) Three, make sure all your partners eat Four, make sure you check the peephole (peephole) When somebody at the door Got the chopper loaded right on the side of me Your favorite rapper follow and they stay biting me Chopper tag his ass like he playin' hide and seek No more love comin' this way, got it out of me Can't believe that shit was really inside of me She said that she love me but baby don't lie to me My day ones always gon' be there and gon' ride for me Too busy for these bitches but they keep callin' me Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on Oh you gettin' bold now Chopper make a nigga fold down These niggas flexing, mortal smackdown Watch out before you get smacked down We really got AR-15's with the hundred round When that shit happen to you it ain't funny now Stupid ass nigga, call his ass a class clown White chalk around your body like a silhouette Yellow tape everywhere just like a closed set Lingo been makin' money since the sixth grade Really don't give a fuck what 'bout a hater say I spent your whole month check on one of these outfits Got a lot of shoes that not even out yet Stop flexin' boy, man we know you ain't 'bout shit If I'm in a jam I call my boy Offset You niggas don't have the news yet Got your girl wet over here like a pool pit Naw, this is where the boss sit Over here gettin' my balls licked Get your ass dropped in a coffin Playin' around about my blue cheddar Lingo Mufasa, ain't nobody better Culture the fame, and know that's forever You hating but we can make money together Young nigga grindin' just like he Master P They really bringin' out the best in me Put him on a plate like sesame, chicken These rap snacks finger lickin' You tryna bring me down but that shit uplifting Hundred dollar bills bust through the ceiling That is your bitch that you feeling Money is really appealing When that money rubbing in my hand That shit just give me a feeling Ice on your neck and you know I'ma get it VVS diamonds, yeah that was a ticket Got a young nigga serving that kickstand Don't get my hands dirty, call a hitman Bullets comin' through your window (pew, pew pew pew, pew) Money callin', that's a ten four (brrrt, brrrt) Call Quavo, head Honcho He put the bags in the poncho He always have the streets on lock though Drop a nigga like a top ho No you do not have the antidote YRN, we the antidote My niggas still trap out the bando Keep my mouth shut, I won't tell a soul Mama said stay to myself though Nigga get folded just like he was an envelope Got a shooter at the front and the backdoor Best believe they gon' shoot when I say so