My nixxa im different
I got the blower das ringing
I got the things in
My nixxas be bitting
I got the rolls of the cling in
All in the kitchen
My nixxa les get it
Couple ygs upsuh
My nixxas
Arlord
My nixxas vicious
I got the Nina the Starbucks
Imagine the car stops
And my nixxas hit it
Im with a gun das a Asbo
And one of my hitters and both of them drillers
I got the bros in the wokhouse
Riding the lock down
And most of them killers
Theres blood on the bottom of their feet in pictures
Plz sum1 tell ZeZe to stay out our bizness
Cos my bros be flexing
All the work that mans put in
Now the Sun wanna mention
That my bros are different
We rise up the weapons
Man burn guys and their bredrins
I used to make man run like Revren
Oi one clue
Next thing
I beat and I featured
I bought a guest in
On that day your girl was undressing
She hit all the high notes
Wiggled and twerked it
Slurped it
Mastered that session
I got them white boys them fellas
And a couple white girls from headers
Now days the Ash is my medicine
My nixxa im different
I changed in the prison
Saw things clear as Im on a mission
One shank and a rope like I'm skipping
My nixxas be sticky
Si soon come home
Units on them visits
Man it hurt me to hear wa my nixxa got hit wid
Believe me is different
I got them youngers das wid it
Guaranteed his syco
Gripped on the burner if needed
Crash em on sight or man will jus do it like tg
Im the guy with guns
No boss or capo Im easy
Jus call for the turner if need be
No face Im Sneaky
While moodie Im savage
You zee me
I told im different
They heard the stories no mything
Man I been in the kitchen
Wrapping up bud while brodie be whipping
On the phone to some chick en
Now we got a turn up 4 later
We drinking
Phone bro in the bridge
And send him that thot
But wa was u thinking
Heart cold dicks shrinking
A whole lyric book I wrote down my victims
Bate face when I dip dem
And I found a new wap das a keeper like Seaman
No aiming at trees fam
If I need to test it
Ill aim at these man
Turn bolt when they see man
Free lion
Arrested 4 these man
Wokhouse settings trident wont leave man
So I take chase
And I leave man
Das a rough ride
Their tryna squeeze man
On a new years
Their tryna Eve man
I wont bottle it
I dont need can
Dont need a judge
Or a dam stand
Im a mad stan
On a aroad
Like a mad man
Das mad moves
With a burner
Cos I slapped man
Now three cars
Are behind man
I'm dirty
Plus Im banned
From driving
But Im behind the wheel
Hit the gears
Man I got skills
Clutching
Their smelling hot wheels
Feds driving like my nan
D camp
I ran
Chopper in the sky
Their hearing Si ran
Dog barking and my man
Laughing
Mad man
But das brodie
Das Gang
Sniffer dog tryna trap man
Witnesses their tryna eye man
Tryna film man on their icams
But f*ck that
All the thots dat you say that you love
Me and my nixxas we
F*cked that
Them guns you claim in your bars
Me and my nixxas
We bus that
Man I seen opps come in their cars
Get beats and bus back
Never had shoot outs
All the guys that I've clapped don't cut back
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My nixxa im different
I got the blower das ringing
I got the things in
My nixxas be bitting
I got the rolls of the cling in
All in the kitchen
My nixxa les get it
Couple ygs upsuh
My nixxas
Arlord
My nixxas vicious
I got the Nina the Starbucks
Imagine the car stops
And my nixxas hit it
Im with a gun das a Asbo
And one of my hitters and both of them drillers
I got the bros in the wokhouse
Riding the lock down
And most of them killers
Theres blood on the bottom of their feet in pictures
Plz sum1 tell ZeZe to stay out our bizness
Cos my bros be flexing
All the work that mans put in
Now the Sun wanna mention
That my bros are different
We rise up the weapons
Man burn guys and their bredrins
I used to make man run like Revren
Oi one clue
Next thing
I beat and I featured
I bought a guest in
On that day your girl was undressing
She hit all the high notes
Wiggled and twerked it
Slurped it
Mastered that session
I got them white boys them fellas
And a couple white girls from headers
Now days the Ash is my medicine
My nixxa im different
I changed in the prison
Saw things clear as Im on a mission
One shank and a rope like I'm skipping
My nixxas be sticky
Si soon come home
Units on them visits
Man it hurt me to hear wa my nixxa got hit wid
Believe me is different
I got them youngers das wid it
Guaranteed his syco
Gripped on the burner if needed
Crash em on sight or man will jus do it like tg
Im the guy with guns
No boss or capo Im easy
Jus call for the turner if need be
No face Im Sneaky
While moodie Im savage
You zee me
I told im different
They heard the stories no mything
Man I been in the kitchen
Wrapping up bud while brodie be whipping
On the phone to some chick en
Now we got a turn up 4 later
We drinking
Phone bro in the bridge
And send him that thot
But wa was u thinking
Heart cold dicks shrinking
A whole lyric book I wrote down my victims
Bate face when I dip dem
And I found a new wap das a keeper like Seaman
No aiming at trees fam
If I need to test it
Ill aim at these man
Turn bolt when they see man
Free lion
Arrested 4 these man
Wokhouse settings trident wont leave man
So I take chase
And I leave man
Das a rough ride
Their tryna squeeze man
On a new years
Their tryna Eve man
I wont bottle it
I dont need can
Dont need a judge
Or a dam stand
Im a mad stan
On a aroad
Like a mad man
Das mad moves
With a burner
Cos I slapped man
Now three cars
Are behind man
I'm dirty
Plus Im banned
From driving
But Im behind the wheel
Hit the gears
Man I got skills
Clutching
Their smelling hot wheels
Feds driving like my nan
D camp
I ran
Chopper in the sky
Their hearing Si ran
Dog barking and my man
Laughing
Mad man
But das brodie
Das Gang
Sniffer dog tryna trap man
Witnesses their tryna eye man
Tryna film man on their icams
But f*ck that
All the thots dat you say that you love
Me and my nixxas we
F*cked that
Them guns you claim in your bars
Me and my nixxas
We bus that
Man I seen opps come in their cars
Get beats and bus back
Never had shoot outs
All the guys that I've clapped don't cut back
I got the blower das ringing
I got the things in
My nixxas be bitting
I got the rolls of the cling in
All in the kitchen
My nixxa les get it
Couple ygs upsuh
My nixxas
Arlord
My nixxas vicious
I got the Nina the Starbucks
Imagine the car stops
And my nixxas hit it
Im with a gun das a Asbo
And one of my hitters and both of them drillers
I got the bros in the wokhouse
Riding the lock down
And most of them killers
Theres blood on the bottom of their feet in pictures
Plz sum1 tell ZeZe to stay out our bizness
Cos my bros be flexing
All the work that mans put in
Now the Sun wanna mention
That my bros are different
We rise up the weapons
Man burn guys and their bredrins
I used to make man run like Revren
Oi one clue
Next thing
I beat and I featured
I bought a guest in
On that day your girl was undressing
She hit all the high notes
Wiggled and twerked it
Slurped it
Mastered that session
I got them white boys them fellas
And a couple white girls from headers
Now days the Ash is my medicine
My nixxa im different
I changed in the prison
Saw things clear as Im on a mission
One shank and a rope like I'm skipping
My nixxas be sticky
Si soon come home
Units on them visits
Man it hurt me to hear wa my nixxa got hit wid
Believe me is different
I got them youngers das wid it
Guaranteed his syco
Gripped on the burner if needed
Crash em on sight or man will jus do it like tg
Im the guy with guns
No boss or capo Im easy
Jus call for the turner if need be
No face Im Sneaky
While moodie Im savage
You zee me
I told im different
They heard the stories no mything
Man I been in the kitchen
Wrapping up bud while brodie be whipping
On the phone to some chick en
Now we got a turn up 4 later
We drinking
Phone bro in the bridge
And send him that thot
But wa was u thinking
Heart cold dicks shrinking
A whole lyric book I wrote down my victims
Bate face when I dip dem
And I found a new wap das a keeper like Seaman
No aiming at trees fam
If I need to test it
Ill aim at these man
Turn bolt when they see man
Free lion
Arrested 4 these man
Wokhouse settings trident wont leave man
So I take chase
And I leave man
Das a rough ride
Their tryna squeeze man
On a new years
Their tryna Eve man
I wont bottle it
I dont need can
Dont need a judge
Or a dam stand
Im a mad stan
On a aroad
Like a mad man
Das mad moves
With a burner
Cos I slapped man
Now three cars
Are behind man
I'm dirty
Plus Im banned
From driving
But Im behind the wheel
Hit the gears
Man I got skills
Clutching
Their smelling hot wheels
Feds driving like my nan
D camp
I ran
Chopper in the sky
Their hearing Si ran
Dog barking and my man
Laughing
Mad man
But das brodie
Das Gang
Sniffer dog tryna trap man
Witnesses their tryna eye man
Tryna film man on their icams
But f*ck that
All the thots dat you say that you love
Me and my nixxas we
F*cked that
Them guns you claim in your bars
Me and my nixxas
We bus that
Man I seen opps come in their cars
Get beats and bus back
Never had shoot outs
All the guys that I've clapped don't cut back
Writer: Victor Brandao
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