n*gga What lyrics
by Fat Trel
[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, woah, woah
Uh, yeah, woah
Let's go, n*gga
Ayy, look (Woah)
[Chorus]
b*tch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, n*ggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
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Ayy, Z, what?
[Verse 1]
I ain't havin' no pressure with these bluffin'-ass n*ggas, these n*ggas cap
No conversation with these nothin'-ass n*ggas, I'm 'bout to sap
My lil' b*tch able, you's a stuntin'-ass n*gga, she probably whack
Just stuffed a tractor with them turkey bags, b*tch, we on the map
I'm one of the richest, as real as it get
I just scraped up a deuce and it went to a ten
We tellin' the truth, them n*ggas pretend
If I shoot out the roof, don't come on the bend
We spin it and spin it and spin it again
Amiri my denim, this probably your rent
I sent you a package, I'm checkin' the trackin', I hope that you got it, it say that it's sent
I went to the trenches to check on the load, it's headed to Cleveland, comin' in bold
pus*y the meanest, she on the pole, I beat from the back and I'm leavin' it swole
These n*ggas be bluffin', I'm really in traffic, they wanna get active, just come to the road
Ain't doin' no cuffin' unless she attractive, as soon as I smack it, it's back to the ho
[Chorus]
b*tch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, n*ggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? You said what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm workin' the digits, you workin' the pot
I told her, "Let's get it," we whippin' the block
I put up a ticket, went fishin' with opp
These n*ggas been snitchin', they really the cops
I really be whippin' and whippin' the drop
Pull up on the opps, we do it a lot
Ain't no hesitation, I'm gettin' 'em shot
How many bullets you got? A lot
This b*tch like a tank 'cause I'm really a soldier
I probably paint 'em to get this sh*t over
I'm sippin' drank and it came with a coaster
I'm in the gate with a Drac' and a Cobra
You want a verse, I'ma need me the P
I'm in the stu' with the god, it's Z
This sh*t is easy, honestly
You should've given a bond to me
My n*gga hawk you with no talk
Droppin' them bodies, I leave 'em in chalk
I caught 'em with Scotty, they say it was bought
I took it to trial, they hate that I fought
I'm runnin' 'em down, these n*ggas be walkin'
I'm holdin' it down, these n*ggas be talkin'
I come to your town and do it with caution
The junkie just hit it, he said it was awesome
[Chorus]
b*tch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, n*ggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? You said what? What?
n*gga, what? n*gga, what? n*gga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?