Ni Hao lyrics

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]
Once I get the head off
sh*ttyBoyz (Bear On The Beat)


[Verse 1: StanWill]
Once I get the head off the lil' b*tch, arrivederci
[?] grabbing giffies and I need a Slurpee
I was scamming hams Thanksgiving, wasn't eating turkey
n*ggas lame as hell, boy, I wouldn't even beef with turkey
Really I don't even beef at all
Baking for that cheese, now his tee look like pizza sauce
Do fraud, f*ck a J-O-B, I don't need a boss
I was in school punching, f*ck what the teachers taught
Ye did the kicks, bald Jesus did the hoodie on it
I don't like to dance, made my chain do the Boogie on it
We ain't playing fair, every Glock got a fully on it
Unc' bet not think 'bout running off, we'll bully [?]
December mean Nike tech, Moncler, and giffies
Yo b*tch caught some shots to the back like she Ricky
MSR reader writer everything, we get busy
Pop up on my ex with that di*k like, "You miss me?"

[Verse 2: TrDee]
With a [?] like we finna get litty
Baby wanna f*ck, she used to tell me she was busy
When I put it in she say she feel it in her kidney
Heard they took yo sh*t, that's why yo should've had a blicky
Blicky, I'ma run it up until I'm fifty
Fifty, and I'm walking to it when I'm sixty
Sixty, ugh, I know this b*tch ain't really kiss me
Kiss me, you gon' need some money if you diss me
She a foreign thang, only right my fitted be the same
I can never stress, fall back and tell her do her thang
He gon' be without it, better tell yo boy to use his brain
Like how many days in a week, I can never change
Riding with a soul snatcher, I ain't talking 'bout a freak
I do know a couple, they love them some black meat
I'll rather pull up on you, you'll rather go and tweet
Look up and pray to God [?] say you'll [?]
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Pistol on me, revving horsepower, feel like Arthur Morgan
I'll put a hole in yo chest like the [?]
Tippy-toeing in Balenciaga, I don't march in Jordans
Torch on me, something like a welder, I'll spark yo tools
Said you fighting demons? Dee high as hell fighting Martians
Hit this lil' worker b*tch, now she let me slide in Target
Let 'em try, turn 'em Bruce Willis, they gon' die the hardest
If you up all that dog sh*t, n*gga, why you carless?
Lil'-ass money, boy, you can't get no transportation
Quit the di*k sucking, f*ck around get you blammed for hating
Hit his ass with the ni hao, I just scammed a Asian
I got GOAT in my DNA, you know Stan the greatest
Rapping all that killer sh*t, he really just a hip hopper
Stick a pinky out when you do it, suck my di*k proper
Real sleaze, I done probably hit yo favorite TikToker
I don't fight, have Donny hit you with a sh*t rocker

[Verse 4: TrDee]
It's a scam fiesta, chips and sauce when I push [?]
b*tch, I'm in a [?] dripping Gucci, on my Gunna vibes
Stan'll probably punch it for me, I don't gotta stand in line
Any n*gga scared to get some money not a friend of mine
Chain got some colors, it remind me of the rainbow
Stan spin the block, pop that n*gga like a Faygo
Faygo, b*tch, I stay with bread just like I'm mayo
Ayo, diamonds really dance like they Teo
Baby, what's yo credit? [?] get away from me
b*tch, I'm at the Lab with some cake, not the bakery
Gang really back to back in chains like a slavery
You can really do the whole gang, it's okay with me
Do yo lil' dance, touch yo knees, baby, flip yo hair
[?] in my lungs, man, I'm really running out of air
Blowing on some poop? Boy, you might as well face a square
Tron really Kobe with the hoes, he don't even share
Huh, I don't even care
Message to the fans, when you see us do not stop and stare
Huh, you'll catch a pair
All these [?] please be aware 'cause I really swear