Album: Murder For Hire 2 (2016)Lil Nigga[Intro - Speaking:]
Yea-
My lil' niggas, I mean...
All of them whippin' up foreign
You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded
You already know
You know, and they move solo, you know
Nigga really raising men out here, you heard me?
My lil' niggas go hard, you know
My lil' niggas
[Chorus:]
I could never tell you nothing wrong
Bitch you my lil' nigga, I just wanna see you strong
My lil' niggas, thugging just like me you hold your own
Young and got respect and your fuckin' money long
Bitch you my lil' nigga
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Shout out to God, nigga I just whooped an open charge
[Verse 1:]
Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night
Streets love me but fuck 'em, they tryna take me down
Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds
Outta town, I don't be outta bounds
Too dirty I'm clutchin'
2: 30 I'm jumpin'
In and out the mix, it's too early for jugglin'
Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy
Swing back stop,.230s I'm drummin'
We fucked the same bitch, she both thinkin' we love her
He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be suckin'
I don't pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber
Okay I'm wrapped out, I'm out, she let me punt it
[Speaking:]
That's how me and my lil' nigga rock it
If she don't wanna be shared then we don't share
But...
Man you fuckin' with me?
I'm about to come over there and come fuck with you
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Caught the nigga that had shopped me
Hopped out -bow- with the clips there
Over top you got in your ear
Yea, G shit on the real
Yea, sleep shit on the rear
You know, street shit be for real
Caught him, had to duck him out
Name rangin' I let it clear
Baby mama fuck with your partner
Heart broken, just let it heal
Respect level on the ten
No sucka shit, don't pretend
Pussy conversation, you ever grind then you in
Big bricks on the bid
Stand alone, you don't bend
On the phone with coffee drinkers
Reportin' live from the pen
Rock one on the phone with me
[?] he helped me out there
Fuck with [?], he gutta he know we bout there
'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there
[Chorus]
[Speaking:]
Shit, nigga what you doin' out there?
Shit, yea bruh just hold it down
You know you my lil' baby bruh
You look just like me, I'm slangin' iron behind you
