Lyrics
(That nigga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Ayy
Mm, mm, mm
(Ayy, NYD, drop that shit, nigga)
What I say, nigga?
Ayy, all these so-tough-wannabe-ass killers, niggas ain't killed shit
All these bitches fuckin' for that skrilla, just cop a lil' bit
Thirty thousand right through TSA, crackers can't tell me shit
Niggas be actin' like they Hulk Hogan 'til they get hit with that blick
Lie like I'ma wife her after I fuck, she blocked the next day
Nothin' good for you if it isn't (that's what my grandma say)
Givin' choppers right back to the hood, feel like a turkey drive
Told lil' bro to think while he slidin' 'cause this shit real life (yeah)
Do a bitch like you do in Warzone, get his team wiped
Leave his head lookin' like spaghetti, so it's no revives
I ain't drop a tape, but if I did, could've went XXL
Nigga big and bad and hard-headed, get cracked like a taco shell (boom)
They like, "Crix, you up five hundred thousand, lil' bro, stay out the hood"
Do a background check, ask again, bitch, I know I'm good
Can't smoke my opps, they stink and broke as hell, shit like onion powder
One of my killers don't speak like Shnitzel, the other don't like Chowder
All these so-tough-wannabe-ass killers, niggas ain't killed shit
All these bitches fuckin' for that skrilla, just cop a lil' bit
Thirty thousand right through TSA, crackers can't tell me shit
Niggas be actin' like they Hulk Hogan 'til they get hit with that blick
That nigga got hit with that blick, I been, uh, nigga
That nigga got-
These niggas be hoes and bitches, nigga
These niggas ain't did shit, nigga
We really know the real about these niggas, nigga
I been gettin' shit blitz, nigga, on Jesus Christ
When I hit the show, my shit be lookin' like Lil Yachty crowd
In Lil Haiti with KTB, all you hear is, "Zzz," I'm outside
Better not rev me up, yeah, I got buttons and everything else, I'ma tote it proud
Drop that lo', I want 'em dropped right now
Did it sloppy, no need for a hospital gown
You can say whatever 'bout me
But make sure you say you can take out eight hundred thousand
You can say whatever 'bout me
But make sure you say you just bought a five-bedroom house
You can tell them folks whatever
Make sure you tell them he got a pool in his background
I could tell you before this tour
On my own shows, I made three hundred thou', on God
My mama up fifty thousand, on God
My brothers up fifty thousand, on God
Nigga, I just spent a hundred rose gold, could invest in housin', on God
Ayy, all these so-tough-wannabe-ass killers, niggas ain't killed shit
All these bitches fuckin' for that skrilla, just cop a lil' bit
Thirty thousand right through TSA, crackers can't tell me shit
Niggas be actin' like they Hulk Hogan 'til they get hit with that blick