Not Nice lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Whoa
Straight up
Straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up, aye (Yeah)
It's Campa

[Verse 1]
Let a n*gga go inside
Gotta wear a seatbelt when you ride
I'm keeping my Jimmy on tied
I can count that sh*t with no eye
You killed my partner, we ride
Little n*gga, we ain't letting sh*t slide
Y'all n*ggas ain't letting sh*t die
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a n*gga b*tch outside
Then I pulled up the V-Live
And we had them sticks outside
Drinking on lean, I'm tired
Y'all n*ggas can't join my live
I ain't giving no fives
Y'all n*ggas f*ck around and bе wired
(Yeah, yeah, yеah)
Drop-head Phantom on me
Whole lotta hunnids on me
Whole lotta rubber bands
n*gga, f*ck a rubber band
n*gga, whole book bag me
Ten M's, yessirski
Whole lotta hoes, they ski
Cocaine white like teeth (Oh Whoa)
LA hoes on deck
Thirty rounds hanging out the TEC
Y'all n*ggas rookies, I'm a vet
Put a peephole through your neck
I just wanna talk about the check
Made a quarter ticket, bought a 'Vette
Campa still pop checks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was charging ten for 'em first
And I want ten for a verse
f*ck that, n*gga want ten-times-ten for a verse
Ten-times-ten in your hearse
I don't go over there, I curse
I ain't tryna kiss that b*tch, little b*tch
I'ma put it on your chin when I burst
[Chorus]
Hit your main b*tch, yessirski
Doing donuts in the 6, yessirski
You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski
She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty
Draco with the drum and it's dirty
Pineapple crush, it's so dirty (Yeah)
Come and get your b*tch, she so thirsty
I'm finna pass her to the gang, yessirski

[Verse 2]
Yessirski
f*ck n*gga came in his house
I ain't panic, no, I ain't hide
I ain't know the b*tch was your bride
He tried to argue with me, then he got fired
I ain't wanna cap or lie
And me and her don't got ties
Watch how I walk, how I slide
Put your girlfriend on the block list
1600 Suicide Squad
These n*ggas tryna have beef with me
I don't even like sh*t that's fried
Broke n*gga never paid five hunnid for some cod
b*tch, got my speakers up too loud, yeah
Two-door coupe, I'ma ride
Got your b*tch riding shotgun
Give me head nods, yeah
I'm in the Stu' all day, yeah
I can go verse for a verse, yeah
I don't even pray 'cause I'm cursed, yeah
This for a Glock, not a purse, yeah
These n*ggas faking they life, yeah
These n*ggas taking fake Perc', no
I know they stomach all hurt
di*k too deep, her stomach hurt
Put that boy right on a shirt
[Chorus]
I hit your main b*tch, yessirski
Doing donuts in the 6, yessirski (Yessirski)
You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski
She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty (So flirty)
Draco with the drum and it's dirty
Pineapple crush, it's so dirty
Come and get your b*tch, she so thirsty
I'm finna pass her to the gang, yessirski

[Verse 3]
Yessirski
n*gga, f*ck the opps, I'm popping
Call them n*ggas flies, they dropping
Straight up out the 6, I'm c*cky (Racks)
Block get hot like Takis
I'ma dope-boy, you a jockey
None of y'all n*ggas can stop me
f*cking with the Crips, I'm Godly
b*tch, don't spit, just swallow it
Hit your baby mama, she follow me
Hit him with the stick, he hollering

[Outro]
Yessirski (Campa, yeah)