C.T. Money$$ - N.H.A.N. (Nappy Head Azz Nigga) Lyrics

Pockets blew up like Rob K, now i got a bag
Broke niggas hatin like a nigga forgot the past
Me and gang in this bih finna feed the streets
Look at us wrong lil nigga we'll bring the beef
I spit fire you'll swear I'm a f*cking dragon
I'll pull up in my motherf*ckin G Wagon
She a thot hoe but i don't give a f*ck
No pussy, straight top she can f*cking suck
Nappy head azz nigga, but i get the guap
Tryin to make it out the hood so I can't stop
90 baby so you know I'm ready to kick a door
Look at me wrong i might rob yo f*cking hoe
Back then she didn't want me, Now she all up on me
Still a ugly azz nigga, just with some money
These hoes got me laughing, I think its funny
She wanted money, ha bitch you f*cking dummy
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
All these chains on my neck, like im a slave
Thats just mean a young nigga, is gettin paid
I just want the money nigga, f*ck the fame
Ima goat in this bitch, Trap Gang
My diamonds are clear, clearer than the f*ckin ocean
Your girl makes my dick dissapear, hocus pocus
Got the 9 on my hip its going to leave a scar
Make shells penetrate niggas like a pornstar
I don't get mad lil nigga i just get even
Shoot him in the leg, now he walking like a penguin
Nappy head azz nigga, he so f*cking lit
Put my kids on her azz call that baby sit
Im from the sip, 601 to be exact
Where niggas shake your hand then shoot you in your back
Fake niggas in the game call em conterfeite
My diamonds caught pneumonia, so my neck is stupid sick
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
You know i keep that strap on me, like a true dike
Put the pistol to his face now he screaming yikes
F*ck with me, my finger stay on the trigga
Im a reckless, heartless, azz hood nigga
Numb the pain with the money, you know how it is
If you not f*cking then i guess i'll f*ck your best friend
From the south so i slur my motherf*cking words
The glock sound like thunder no Paul George
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak
Nappy head azz nigga but i keep a glock
The opps scared cause we always sending shots
We were fiening, dying to get a plate
Then we took it now all my niggas eating steak