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作曲 : Chauncey Hollis/George Harris/Jabbar Brown Jr/Juwon Lee/Wayman Barrow Jr

作词 : Chauncey Hollis/George Harris/Jabbar Brown Jr/Juwon Lee/Wayman Barrow Jr

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Nigga

Hit-Boy

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A broke bitch really ain't my type (Hell nah)

I ain’t catching feelings,

LOL, I'm catching flights (Broke bitch)

'Woods back to back got a nigga so high

Got a hundred in the bank, really drink, no lie (Lil’ nigga)

Glock .40, 23 like Mike

Had to throw the clear on,

All this mother****in' ice (All this ice)

In the lab makin' slaps all day and all night

Hit-Boy, BlocBoy, when I slide, look alive (Lil' nigga)

And I wish a nigga would like I'm K.Dot (Like I'm K.Dot)

Let my chain hang, tryna take,

That's a face-shot (Nigga, what?)

Niggas want me to fall off but I can't stop (Huh? Huh?)

Big body, hoppin’ out the back of that Maybach (Skrrt)

Real North nigga (Nigga), real C nigga (Real C nigga)

Y’all don't really wanna funk, y’all wanna be niggas (Bitch)

Real street nigga, and I'm a beast, nigga

Get to buckin' with that drake, let it eat, nigga, bitch

Opps try to slide, grab that Draco

Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both

Let this Glock paint a nigga like it’s Maaco

Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow

Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow

And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go

Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close

And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls

I just hit an opp bitch, this bitch disrespectful

Slap a bitch in her shit, she think I'm finna settle

Stupid bitch, if you ain't thick,

Then you can't fit the schedule

And if that skit ain't complete,

Then you can't get the medal

Bitch, and I ain't taking no loss

Ain't no loud in that wood if that nigga don't cough

Talkin' like you hard when you niggas so soft

You can get your mans hit for your mouth, your fault

Finna spark me up that heart attack

A sweatsuit and a lil' ice, that's my starter pack

Labels on my dick, I need some M's, so tell 'em offer that

Bitch, you actin' dumb, you lost your mind,

You need to sharpen that

Stupid ass, you a rat with your goofy ass

Lord, why do niggas only hear me when they doin' bad?

Talkin' 'bout you hungry for that chain,

What would you do for that?

How is you a shooter with no body,

What you shootin' at? Bitch

Opps try to slide, grab that Draco

Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both

Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's Maaco

Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow

Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow

And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go

Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close

And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls

Look a nigga in the soul before I take his life

Sat down for that pole before I took a strike

Hit a nigga sets quick before I took his wife (Bitch)

Never pulled a skit with gang, then you can't slide

And for you keyboard ass niggas, I don't sneak diss

Bet you tough up on the 'net, nigga, tweet this (Tweet that)

'Cause I ain't with the trusting a nigga

You'll give a nigga life, so I ain't ****in' with niggas

Stress sayin', "Stop loafin'," but I'm comfortable, nigga

I leave the house with two-three,

What I'm clutchin' on, nigga

Big bodies down the block (Skrrt skrrt), and we slidin'

Sucker niggas in my DM's, I don't do replyin' (Lil' nigga)

Slide of the limb, that's what a real nigga do

Never lie up the skit, that's a lil' nigga fluke

This a legendary chop, bet I bust it for two

You a pussy just perpin',

You won't bust it for you, bitch, bitch

Opps try to slide, grab that Draco

Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both

Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's makeup

Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow

Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow

And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go

Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close

And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls