n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Casino]
(ATL Jacob)
Jake goin' crazy

[Verse 1: Casino]
Boss n*gga, three mill' in the loft, n*gga
Foreign car, eighty racks on exhaust, n*gga
f*ck a stripper, tell that ho, "Get lost," n*gga
Ninety racks on my cross, n*gga
Drop a bag on your head, them killers at your neck, n*gga
Pop out for this green, I'ma spend this, n*gga
Your b*tch, she suckin' di*k so I ain't kiss her, n*gga
Got killers 'round the studio where I'm at, n*gga
You broke so you can't hang 'round no boss n*gga
You worser than a b*tch, you talk too much, n*gga
What's a quarter million, n*gga? That ain't up
n*gga, I been tryna fill a house up
Two Sprinters, n*gga, back to back filled with cash
Two foreigns, n*gga, hard top, the drop top
Three Lambs', n*gga, and he flipped the whole clip
Taliban, n*gga, masked up and totin' sticks
I don't trust you n*ggas, I'm straight on all that hatin'
I don't f*ck with n*ggas if they ain't bangin' what I'm bangin'
Man, f*ck these n*ggas if they ain't claimin' what I'm claimin'
You a pus*y n*gga and you doin' all that singing (Rat)
We killin' n*ggas
Leave a n*gga stankin', n*gga
Give a f*ck about you n*ggas
Kill his whole family, n*gga
Yеah, boss man I am, n*gga
A gettin' money real n*gga
Lil Mеxico, Kirkwood, n*gga
Yeah, swamp n*gga, Taliban, n*gga
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got homies that steal the car and flip the VIN, n*gga
I put "f*ck twelve" on both of my shins, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas singin' like Mariah Carey, n*gga
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
Hood n*gga, my baby mama missin', n*gga
Hood n*gga, my baby mama's missin', n*gga
Five-hundred K spent in one day, lil' n*gga
I just copped the Benz and the Tesla, n*gga
Fifty rings on, I think I'm sexy, yeah, n*gga
Pocket full of lettuce and radish, lil' n*gga
Couple racks inside my pants, they was heavy, n*gga
n*gga, it's a knife, it's the 'chete, n*gga

[Verse 3: Unknown Artist]
I just f*cked my homeboy b*tch with a Hublot on my wrist
I turned your b*tch onto different [?] sh*t
I left all my kids in your ho mouth, now he got sick
I got every b*tch a [?] on my di*k
I got your b*tch throwin' it back screamin' out that [?] sh*t
Man, these n*ggas wanna pillow talk to all these b*tches
After I f*ck your b*tch, I pass her to my n*gga [?]
I could never ever be a f*ck n*gga, yeah