Black Harlow lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Nas, this that wave)
Ooh, ooh
Huh
Me and your b*tch gon' have sex if she look me in my eyes
Me and your ho just met, already on Valentine
You and your n*ggas gettin' left, huh, me and mines gettin' right
Nick a n*gga in his neck with this nasty-ass nine

[Chorus]
Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride
Me and my n*ggas out for blood, you and your n*ggas 'bout to die
I can't show a n*gga love, he ain't ready for to slide
Said I can't show a n*gga love if he ain't ready for to slide
He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee, get to f*cking with my squad
Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo

[Verse]
I had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry, huh
Get your b*tch booty naked, go May-May, huh
Keep a stick on my person, ain't for play-play
Keep a brick or two, we workin', got that yay-yay
I might fly your BM out with her lyin' ass
f*ck 'round, stuff a script in her fine ass
AR got an army issue clip, where you find that?
Ain't get that b*tch from Action Impact, that's on 5 'nem
Few of my n*ggas got them CC-dubs, why we ridin' with em
Few of my n*ggas don't, but on God, still on sight with 'em
We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you
Lately I ain't had no time for it, got them pipes on us
Pack this b*tch up, huh, light this b*tch up, huh
This ain't no stick-up, huh, but them sticks up, ooh
He stuck with the beacoup face, he got his b*tch f*cked, huh
Got her picked up, yeah, she ate the di*k up
Y'all don't spin no blocks, spend no money, y'all don't spend nothin'
She get di*k, we get on y'all ass and we get money
Always tryna flip something, a n*gga or his pickup
The ho gon' give me head 'til she half-dead and got the hiccups
I ain't got no problem with you, but I still up a chopper on you
You gotta play by Sada 'nem rules, wild man, hit a n*gga with a bottle, he through
Stick his bottle up, get to sockin' on dude
Get rich, follow up, get to firin' on dude
Then I'ma take a hoodrat right to the room
Can't no lame n*gga f*ck up my mood, woo
Keep the party going like it's Mardi Gras
Got the flamethrower, made him body dog
I was mindin' my motherf*ckin' business, I wasn't even tryna bother y'all
I ain't scared of you, n*gga, not at all
I ain't sparin' you, gang tied it off
Put a fare on you, we gon' round it off
To the nearest thousand, then knock you off
Get 2K, we drop you off
Still shoot your mans, he not involved
Sell 8-balls look like cotton balls
Tell my fiend I'm gettin' off
Ain't none of them got no fentanyl
I could never rip 'em off
Them motherf*ckers got my people rich off dog, duh
[Chorus]
Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride
I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5
They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride
Me and my n*ggas out for blood, you and your n*ggas 'bout to die
I can't show a n*gga love, he ain't ready for to slide
Said I can't show a n*gga love if he ain't ready for to slide
He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I
Get a burnt-up white tee, get to f*cking with my squad
Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo