Demeanor - Nappy (feat. Scales) Lyrics

Nappy headed nigga my bandanna just 'bout tight as f*ck
Summer time, fall, or winter still I'm feeling right as f*ck
Drop the top I'm swerving, homies serving finna light it up
I don't need no bic as long as I got the midas touch

Cocoa butter on the pick
You know what the f*ck
Wake up and shake out the twists, roll a spliff, hop the crib and I'm lit
Down south with my mamanem, tryna run me up a scholarship
I ain't really with the schooling but, if the blunts failing gotta doctorate
You know what the f*ck going on, Gate City gang shit going on
Got the fanny pack down the side (Hmm)
Track pants with the lines (Hmm)
They can make anything stylish, niggas never take an L
Pish Posh got blindsided but the girl dope, it still sells
Look at all that black excellence
Break blocks on some Tetris shit
We ain't coming from the bottom nigga
We some extra terrestrials
We are way too impeccable, politicin' no college electoral
I know the flow is delectable, got it acquitted I promise my mama I'm never correctional
All of that f*ckshit, we're too ahead of that stuff
No longer be in the cut, B and a cuz, even they see it's dub
We're tryna link
It's either gonna be them or us
And we're gon' be damned if it's us
Black on black on black on blaka blaka

Nappy headed nigga my bandanna just 'bout tight as f*ck
Summer time, fall, or winter still I'm feeling right as f*ck
Drop the top I'm swerving, homies serving finna light it up
I don't need no bic as long as I got the midas touch

Nappy headed my bandanna
Look like I'm straight out Wakanda
New Carolina Panther
Lil mama call me T'Challa
And she really real agressive
She likes to listen to Cardi
Killmonger when I leave the spot I got bruises all over my body
Put it in the bag, foot is on the dash, pull up in a coup eight deep look like a minivan (Hmm)
Got stripes no cap, hoodie on notepad, we can get it clapping like a pole dance (Hmm)
I look like a whole snack lil mama quote that
New beat coming with the old tag, can't afford that
Forgiatto on my mind, gotta Karl on the line, got it looking like the old Jazz (Hmm)

All I need is time
All I need is right here (aye)
You can pull up on the plug
I'll be gone for lightyears
Run up a band not enough
Niggas be talking too much
I take a verse off the shelf
Pull up I'm feeling the love

Nappy headed nigga my bandanna just bout tight as f*ck
Nappy headed nigga my bandanna just bout tight as f*ck

Figure four never break the code
Ima legend like Bo Jackson
Swear they got in me in the zone
You won't catch me missing practice
Switching fashion but I never switch
Look faster you'll catch a whiff
They treat me like relatives
Relatively closer to my album being golden
More power, more motives
Okay I'm reloaded
They caused and provoked me to refocus
Now they on my scrotum
I'm such a business mogul
Sending envelopes

Nappy headed nigga my bandanna just 'bout tight as f*ck
Summer time, fall, or winter still I'm feeling right as f*ck
Drop the top I'm swerving, homies serving finna light it up
I don't need no bic as long as I got the midas touch