Luciano Malone lyrics

[Intro]
Hurt, what it do?
It's Funke
Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we got here at Foster’s

[Chorus]
If we want you, then we gon' come get you, yeah
K up on your nose 'cause you just a lil’ n*gga, yeah, yeah
This No. 9, I do not rock Hilfiger, yeah, yeah
Boy you better step it up lil' n*gga, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Too many hoes, I can't loyal one (Yeah yeah)
We got drums on them guns, boy we do it for fun (Yeah yeah)
Boy you better get you one and own you one (Yeah yeah)
b*tch I got the stick and I'ma cop a drum (Yeah yeah)
Hit the bank, big, she call me baby
Double Back Gang keep the sticks and ready to shoot at three, ayy
n*gga can't come around me if they sweet, ayy
n*gga can't come around me if they ain't G
Double Back like the mobsters 'cause they comin’ through with them choppers
And they cuttin’ off fingertips and if these n*ggas don't pay that proper
I just spilled food on my Prada, I just spilled food on my nine
I got gun on me right now, play with me, it’s goin' down, ayy
n*gga better watch his head
Playin' them petty games, then you dead
Playin' them petty games, then you gone
Man, them young n*ggas send you home
Got that yopper and it’s strong
Hit him with a hook shot, Karl Malone
Outside all the time, never home
Still shoot the K, I don't care if it's long

[Chorus]
If we want you, then we gon' come get you, yeah
K up on your nose 'cause you just a lil' n*gga, yeah, yeah
This No. 9, I do not rock Hilfiger, yeah, yeah
Boy you better step it up lil' n*gga, yeah, yeah