Nick Juice - Message Lyrics

Niggas gone doubt you
That's a given
Until they need you again
Look
Don't bump Nick Juice I swear to God mane yeah that nigga lame
But of course you gone say that cause f*ck nigga we ain't the same
You been hating on me since day one, I swear you niggas lame
Aye... Lame ass niggas... Look
Erthang I say, I stand on that. I swear. And that's on God
Y'all hop online and lie about life y'all niggas frauds
How you a real nigga, when all y'all know how to do is flauge?
Ole Cappin ass niggas... Listen
Only the family, f*ck a friend cause all y'all fake to me
How you say we family When y'all aint even have no faith in me
And I'm still standing, abandoned, but ain't no replacing me
Sauced up like Melo, in my own league, y'all cannot play with me
Lil bad bitch she wanna stay with me, ask her slide to the A with me
Share her birthday cake with me, she always fix a play with me
And she stream my music, when I'm gone to make a play my G
Aye... Look
F*ck Tommy Hilfiger, I'm a real nigga
You prolly convinced you took my bitch...
But nigga, I could still hit her
Cut off my last bitch, I had to gone & dismiss her
She think she played a G, but ain't gone find no nigga realer
Take it get to H get triller, (Yeah)
Time to go ape gorilla (Yeah)
Ice Ice Baby, Vanilla (Yeah)
You ain't getting no skrilla (Yeah)
Bank sitting on 8 figgas (Yeah)
& My new bitch even thicker (Yeah)
She feel this dick in her liver
Watch that pussy cry me a river (Yeah)
She gone ride for me, gone slide for me
Cause I'ma hitta. (Yeah)
Shit in my DNA, bumped Durk everyday
On the way to Central (Yeah)
I'm from the M, don't event trip
I keep a lil rock nine my nigga (Yeah)
Let off a tre, in your face
& It Have you singing like Trigga (Bitch)
So if any nigga wanna would, well shit I guess I wish a
More accurate than Pete Maravich I nicknamed my glock "Pistol"
& all these hoes wanna blow me, so I nicknamed my cock whistle
Hoes found out I regulate and they can't wait to meet the official (Bitch)