Ma Nig lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
Drug activity, high refractivity
Stones in my grills make theses hoes wanna get with me
Backin' no bird sh*t, them beans in that purse sh*t
A pus*y n*gga snitchin' man he finna get murdered quick
I'm spittin' at every ho, I'm checkin' the bankroll
A king type n*gga don't be f*ckin' with stank hoes
My n*gga I'm innocent, my n*gga I'm innocent
These crakkas lock me up because they say that I'm innocent
I got me a pill pack, I pop about 10 of 'em
These b*tches wanna roll but my n*gga ain't lettin' them
These b*tches choosin' us when other n*ggas be sweatin' em
I send 'em on a lick and yeah these b*tches be gettin' them
I really hold that fye oh so close to my skeleton
A n*gga got a stick but yo' ass got the Remington
I vibe with plenty b*tches and you vibin' with plenty men
You know I got that nine and I'm poppin' them M&Ms

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Ruben Slikk blowin' up, now my di*k goin' up
Cause a ho suckin' on my di*k-di*k
Purrp in the drink, took hash to the face
Now I'm high and ain't that some sh*t
Black ass n*gga double G's on the feet
So you know these hoes be jockin'
I'm a real ass mack I'ma need ten stacks
Before I stick my c*ck in
Yo vag bad, back that
Twitty-twat-twat all on my pole
When I see a b*tch with stacks on deck
I'ma jizz in a b*tch and I'm on a ho
I'm on a roll, all the hoes know
At the Delano with a nose full of blow
European hash all in the hydro
Put a lighter to the tip, aw sh*t there it go
Oh, what you know about a black mack
Flippin' that twat just like the flap jacks
All in the ear like fuzzy hat flaps
Break, shake, cake, cash
If the b*tch can't make cash
I'ma just vacate fast
Purse first, ass last
Purse first, ass last
Oh, what you know about a black mack
Flippin' that twat just like the flap jacks
All in the ear like fuzzy hat flaps
Break, shake, cake, cash
If the b*tch can't make cash
I'ma just vacate fast
Purse first, ass last
Purse first, ass last
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig

[Outro: Lofty305]
Yeah b*tch, you already f*ckin' know who it is
It's motherf*ckin' Gizmo, futuristic mack
I'm letting all these motherf*ckin' satellite hoes know
We're orbittin' around motherf*ckin' Planet Lofty, y'know
To enter the motherf*ckin' atmosphere
Which I know you wanna do b*tch
You need your motherf*ckin' spacesuit, your space helmet, your landing gear, and your motherf*ckin' jetpack
Now that's gonna run you about thirty thousand b*tch
But it's all in the game y'know
All that sh*t comes included in the motherf*ckin' game
Y'know so-so don't worry bout it
Y'know just just have your thirty stacks and it's all good
See, I-I caught your motherf*ckin' neck breakin'
So while your waiting and spectating
See I got hoes motherf*ckin' paperchasin down here on the motherf*ckin' planet
You feel me?
So quit fakin' and get with the real
And that's all I ask, for you to have that thirty stacks
So bring that ass y'know, filled with motherf*ckin' cash
And you could f*ck with a pimp like me, Gizmo
Hollin' at these motherf*ckin' b*tches, yeah
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig
My nig, you know I-I-I-I-I do it big
You f*ckin' with my money I-I-I will split yo wig