Cletus Strap & Mad Max 4800 - Nigga Incident Lyrics

Whole lot of love and handshakes when you see me
I can't tell why they hate, man that shit really beat me
Niggas such a hothead, he don't even got on no beanie
But I get why you been mad, cause your shorty wanna see me

The girl been ready to be my baby early on, like a premie
I could take you to the mall, but I can't bring you home to NeeNee
That don't mean you not enough, but what I do know is you sneaky
How I know that you won't go behind my back and try to stink me

We pull off the lot in duly black truck, lights blinking
In the city for a couple days, going sightseeing
We hotboxing in this bitch, you gon' fail your drug screening
Her Frenchie shitted on the floor, we gon' need some rug cleaner

Junkies bippin' on the block, mix they dope with bug killer
I could have that nigga offed, cause I know his drug dealer
A hundred bitches in the loft, it look like a fire hazard
A couple coming the crib, cause they wasn't tired after

Y'all crossed me too many times, they must thought I wasn't a factor
If you scared nigga, you should pull up to a tabernacle
Put my kicks on in the back
I ain't need to do a raffle, I forgot to call her back
Now she think that I'm a asshole

That dude with the crop top, got a hammer in his satchel
Niggas hard, but this life shit so fragile
I seen people turn into a monster like they Ben 10
Every time you wanna come around, it's an incident

Everybody fake, make me wanna be an immigrant
Switch up the location, they been catching on to us
Thinking he got juice but wouldn't pop a grape and fruit punch
Acting like that nigga Mr. Crocker trying to prove something

Life come around in full circle, now it's new bums
Really you can only save money, use a coupon
She saying I gotta pay for it, then I'm cool on it
It's a lot of bitches shaking ass at my pool party

Smoking on a spicy cake spliff like I'm Bob Marley
Way I put the dick down, make her wanna be a mommy
Wanna be my bitch road, gonna be a lil' rocky
She know that I be with other hoes, and still care about me

Spoiled little L.A. girl, she just care about clothes
Got a C.P.N. cause she wanna change her nose
Wanna f*ck you more than I did, I suppose
No one asked to be here, but this life is what we chose

Niggas running around acting like some lil' hoes
Talking shit bout me when we used to be bros
Saw it too late, I could catch on kinda slow
I'm at the Chateau, flexing on you like I'm Swole

We pull off the lot in duly black truck, lights blinking
In the city for a couple days, going sightseeing
We hotboxing in this bitch
You gon' fail your drug screening
Her Frenchie shitted on the floor, we gon' need some rug cleaner

Junkies bippin' on the block, mix they dope, a bug killer
I could have that nigga offed, cause I know his drug dealer
A hundred bitches in the loft, it look like a fire hazard
A couple coming to the crib, cause they wasn't tired after

Niggas bout to party in the sky
Yeah nigga, we bout to party in the sky
Yeah, hate on that bums
Y'all can keep that Earth shit nigga

Yeah nigga, it's 2024 and niggas still broke out here
You know the truth nigga