Yeah
We got NSC in the building man
You know what the fuck going on
Aye
Pass me my lighter
New bankroll and it folded like a taco
Bro hit a lick it disappeared like Picasso
We don't chase nothing to come to us like Pronto
Still pourin' up, cup thick like gelato
Told her, chill, I ain't tryna do too much
Phone ring twice, that's another play I'm keepin' up
If my girl don't love a nigga, hope the racks still keep in touch
I'm off that shit like every day
I'm on yo block like twin wassup?
I done fuck so many hoes I can't even count them up
Say Li bro I'm off that shit like it probably got me stuck
I was a li boy then, but kebotlo been risin' up
I had saw the opps out like you, ain't got no Glock or nun?
I might pull another four and let it settle slow
Every time I touch the mic, then it's a better flow
Heard li bro, was scary as a bitch, then what he steppin' for?
Baby, when you say my name, that shit a blessing though
I was high as hell trippin' wea my 7 go?
Go to imessage put my number, tryna to text a goat
Wish I ain't had to text that bitch
WishI could text her throat
If we not tryin' to fuck now, then what we textin' for?
New bankroll, and it folded like a taco
Bro hit a lick it disappeared like Picasso
We don't chase nun it come to us like Pronto
Still pourin' up, cup thick like Gelato
Nigga askin' wea I get pills?
I don't buy those
Off so much reefer right now, I got a Za code
Diamonds on my fuckin' neck, they like a lightpole
If you can't see me shinin' right now, you got your eyes closed
Bad bitch, ass fat, no waist trainer
Off Za real bad, I need a pacemaker
Gettin' cheese, that's what I know
Round here, you been a hoe
NSC, that be the bros
Play with them, we at yo throat
Had to sit down in the stu, I had to lock in
Told Gee grab the gun, weon do no fightin
Za pack, this bitch musty and exotic
Ouuwee
I'm the type to make a nigga come out his pockets
NSC, we cash getters, do this shit fasho
Yeah, she steady' on my dick like what you trippin' for?
Lil' baby kinda bad, still gon treat her like another hoe
Heard they left lil brudda up in the woods, go do this shit for bro
Chillin' with my niggas, we gon push up on that gangway
Left from out of jail, he caught them bullets, that's the same day
Drippin' out her mouth, yeah, she see how low these chains hang
Why he said he postin' with my guys?
Boy, you not GANG
Get it, run them digits up, we steppin' like it's 10 of us
Toss her around a group , yeah this bitch gon' think she flippin' us
Yeah
Say this bitch gon' think she flippin' us
Yeah
NSC, we run them digits, uh