Nyrell Parkin' - Nice for What Lyrics

Ouuuu
They like Relli on his shit again

I give my life before I let my bro get hit again
Forever Parkin got my niggaz moving militant
We bout that action Niggaz stunt we really get it in
Ooh I throw my shades on

When max b was dropping tapes
I had that wave going

Ah still catch me in the town
But shit I stay gone

Cuz ever since they took Dee I felt that
Hate form

Damn uh I'm really spitting facts

I'll give whatever just so I could have
My nigga back

Im really Out Here in the field sitting
On the trap

Served a couple Niggaz momma Who was on to crack
Had to Dead a couple sucka niggaz on a tracks
Bcuz they hating on Da flow the shit they spit is whack
They got a problem then they know that we could get to that
I'm bout that action I ain't really wit the chitter chat
Facts uh
I'm really playing with them words
First and on that 3rd I was playing with them birds

You act like you ain't got no brain
I leave it on the curb

You snake my man I snake you back you get what u deserve

I'm really out here stunting
These Niggaz Out Here fronting

Boss not a worker I don't owe these Niggaz nothing
Niggaz killed Dee It hurt me to my stomach
I think about it blunted bumping kapo from da hunnits

It's Still DINOWORLD
I owe him to see the world

Tryna Get rich while raising my baby girls
Tryna Get rich while my momma is still alive
Got me hitting licks while I'm working a nine to five
Don't care about ya shares or ya likes on Facebook
Still in the kitchen nigga watching the yay cook
Still in the trap cooking up in a baby jar
All I had was soft but a feen had wanted hard
Don't tell me bout this trap shit

My clientele a have ya money doing
Backflips

I do my thing and try to focus on this rap shit
And if a nigga violate I get em clapped quick
That's a fact

A lot of Niggaz ain't real right
Them niggaz rats

Lying to ya face then a stab you in ya back
That's why you see me by my self

These sucka Niggaz tryna snake a nigga
For his wealth

These hating Niggaz tryna trick a nigga out his spot
But Still I'm riding thru my city wit dis heavy glock
And I maneuver wit some shooters bending heavy blocks
And they maneuver wit the ruger sending heavy shots

You ain't a threat
Y'all Niggaz won't bust in a jam
Y'all like a tech

Have ya big homie make you show me some respect
And even in the booth im still cooking crack
I'm Bout To take the stead and put that shit up on my back