This Nina on me you can tell by my walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with two Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like Top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
Damn (Damn)
Lame ass nigga tweakin off a follow Back
My dick in ya mouth
You might as well swallow that
Ten cellphones but I'm still not Calling Back
Want me on ya song
Nigga where them dollars at
Ya bitch on my phone
You know she gone holla back
Yeah she gone holla back
God damn
I'm in LA I pulled up in a scat
These labels on me trynna throw me Some racks
I'm trynna go f*ck up a sack
Sax
These niggas capp
Facts
God damn
This money gone flip
Like jumping jacks
Facts
Running shit up
Like a running back
Facts
Goldie lock shooter
I don't rock no hats
F*cking ya bitch I'm a pull out her Tracks
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with 2 Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like A top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
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This Nina on me you can tell by my walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with two Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like Top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
Damn (Damn)
Lame ass nigga tweakin off a follow Back
My dick in ya mouth
You might as well swallow that
Ten cellphones but I'm still not Calling Back
Want me on ya song
Nigga where them dollars at
Ya bitch on my phone
You know she gone holla back
Yeah she gone holla back
God damn
I'm in LA I pulled up in a scat
These labels on me trynna throw me Some racks
I'm trynna go f*ck up a sack
Sax
These niggas capp
Facts
God damn
This money gone flip
Like jumping jacks
Facts
Running shit up
Like a running back
Facts
Goldie lock shooter
I don't rock no hats
F*cking ya bitch I'm a pull out her Tracks
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with 2 Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like A top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with two Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like Top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
Damn (Damn)
Lame ass nigga tweakin off a follow Back
My dick in ya mouth
You might as well swallow that
Ten cellphones but I'm still not Calling Back
Want me on ya song
Nigga where them dollars at
Ya bitch on my phone
You know she gone holla back
Yeah she gone holla back
God damn
I'm in LA I pulled up in a scat
These labels on me trynna throw me Some racks
I'm trynna go f*ck up a sack
Sax
These niggas capp
Facts
God damn
This money gone flip
Like jumping jacks
Facts
Running shit up
Like a running back
Facts
Goldie lock shooter
I don't rock no hats
F*cking ya bitch I'm a pull out her Tracks
Two niggas
But it's like four sticks in the car
Walked in with a stick
Because they know I'm a star
Poured up on the drank
I don't go to the bar
Posted up late night
You scared of the dark
This Nina on me you can tell by my Walk
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas too soft
These niggas be lurkin
These niggas gone stalk
These niggas be hating
These niggas gone talk
Broad daylight on melrose with 2 Gats
He tried to run up and he got his shit Blew back
If I put this stick down I'm a beat Your ass blue black
Lil bro got bodies so you know he Gonna do that
My killas gone stay on your head like A top hat
Your favorite rapper asking me
"Where them glocks at?"
With that bullshit
Yeah you know I'm with all of that
Upping the Draco
These f*ck niggas falling back
Writer: Farran Harrison
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid