Nina
[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (How many times do you want me to say this? Muddy)
Like, like, every opp shot (Ah)
Grrah, grrah
[Chorus]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy n***a try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n***a up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
[Verse]
All these n***as wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hot with Berettas and shit
Spot a opp in the spot and his head gettin' split
Last n***a got shot in his hip
Then it went through his chest, now he dead in a spliff
They dissin', but they gettin' took off the list
If shе jackin' the opps, then we clickin' that bitch, likе
Die Gz, they ain't do shit
All them lil' n***as do is music
Two Vs, that's two grips
Spin the 'Well tryna catch us like two hits
Off a Yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead, don't think we on some cool shit
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the Goons?
I'm tryna put a n***a on the news"
They just talk, what the fuck did they do?
If you see him, knock him out his shoes
Catch lil' Dee, that's a head shot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now it's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high (Ah)
Spin the Hill, where the fuck lil' Edot?
If I catch him, I'm lettin' like three flock
Smokin' on Country, he died in the wing spot
We gon' keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the fuck? These n***as is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
N***a dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' him slumped
Like, on Mezzy, this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon' go on a hunt
Smokin' on— shh, I rolled him in a blunt
With some Briscoe, now that n***a punchin'
Fuck the opps, them n***as not on nothin'
Get Back Gang, no, we not for discussion
Big DOA when we step in the function
Bullets burn 'em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot, then we throwin' a dozen
I'm a Flocka tryna hit his muffin
We some 'ooters, we ain't with the bluffin'
They ain't 'ooters, all them n***as duckin'
Since a jit, I been takin' that risk
Oh, they dissin' the Bronx? Then we takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on 'em, turn 'em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me, better have your grip
So many deads, like, pass that Nick
Where the Von Floxks? Ash that shit
Dumb n***a got lined by a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' 'til we got 'em hit
Don't slip, or it's clip
We gon' make sure he die on that strip
Folk n***as keep sayin' our name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
Fuck a leg, I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon' hit his shirt and leave a stain
She like, "Who you smokin'?" I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious, on bro, I'ma flame
N***as never took risk for they gang
They rappin', but never go spin for they gang, like
You a 'ooter, but you never bang
Wherever I go, I gotta keep that thing, like
[Chorus]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy n***a try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n***a up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Every opp shot, ah
Like, what? Grrah, grrah
MB, MB, like, what?
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (How many times do you want me to say this? Muddy)
Like, like, every opp shot (Ah)
Grrah, grrah
[Chorus]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy n***a try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n***a up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
[Verse]
All these n***as wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hot with Berettas and shit
Spot a opp in the spot and his head gettin' split
Last n***a got shot in his hip
Then it went through his chest, now he dead in a spliff
They dissin', but they gettin' took off the list
If shе jackin' the opps, then we clickin' that bitch, likе
Die Gz, they ain't do shit
All them lil' n***as do is music
Two Vs, that's two grips
Spin the 'Well tryna catch us like two hits
Off a Yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead, don't think we on some cool shit
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the Goons?
I'm tryna put a n***a on the news"
They just talk, what the fuck did they do?
If you see him, knock him out his shoes
Catch lil' Dee, that's a head shot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now it's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high (Ah)
Spin the Hill, where the fuck lil' Edot?
If I catch him, I'm lettin' like three flock
Smokin' on Country, he died in the wing spot
We gon' keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the fuck? These n***as is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
N***a dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' him slumped
Like, on Mezzy, this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon' go on a hunt
Smokin' on— shh, I rolled him in a blunt
With some Briscoe, now that n***a punchin'
Fuck the opps, them n***as not on nothin'
Get Back Gang, no, we not for discussion
Big DOA when we step in the function
Bullets burn 'em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot, then we throwin' a dozen
I'm a Flocka tryna hit his muffin
We some 'ooters, we ain't with the bluffin'
They ain't 'ooters, all them n***as duckin'
Since a jit, I been takin' that risk
Oh, they dissin' the Bronx? Then we takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on 'em, turn 'em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me, better have your grip
So many deads, like, pass that Nick
Where the Von Floxks? Ash that shit
Dumb n***a got lined by a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' 'til we got 'em hit
Don't slip, or it's clip
We gon' make sure he die on that strip
Folk n***as keep sayin' our name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
Fuck a leg, I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon' hit his shirt and leave a stain
She like, "Who you smokin'?" I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious, on bro, I'ma flame
N***as never took risk for they gang
They rappin', but never go spin for they gang, like
You a 'ooter, but you never bang
Wherever I go, I gotta keep that thing, like
[Chorus]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy n***a try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n***a up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Every opp shot, ah
Like, what? Grrah, grrah
MB, MB, like, what?
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah