​real street nikka

[Chorus]
(🥶)
(I…)
Yeah, young nigga, man, I hop out the Vet’ (Die!)
That nigga just talk on the net… (I-I love you)
I’m a young nigga, I’ma die ‘bout respect, nigga, yeah (🥶)
Bi-Big 5, nigga, FUCK yo’ set, uh, yeah (Die!)
And nigga talkin’ ‘bout smoke, nigga, WE GON’ HANDLE THAT, nigga, yeah (🥶)

[Verse]
And nigga got that Glock, but that nigga not a threat, nigga… (Die!)
We gon’ kill yo’ ass, ain’t do it yet, nigga…
WE JUH’ SPIN ON YO’ BLOCK, YOU KNOW WE GET IT WET, NIGGA… (🥶)
Glock, nigga, at the SHOW, nigga…
That nigga a HO, I can’t GO, nigga…
And you talkin’ ‘bout BANDS, we got ‘em for the LOW, nigga…
(Die!)
And that nigga got DP ‘cause he so POOR, nigga…
Yeah (🥶)
Ni-Nigga got DP and he got mad that he can’t come back to the block, nigga (Die!)
We just pop out wit’ XD 40, nigga, and it make yo’ heart stop, nigga (🥶)
And that nigga Caal Vo talk on the net, nigga, he ain’t on shit… (Die!)
You took yo’ partna’ Draco, NIGGA, when is you gon’ get yo’ own shit??? FUK nigga (🥶)
CAP nigga, got his PARTNA’ Glock…
You do all that rappin’, nigga, gеt yo PARTNA’ popped, lil’ nigga… (Die!)
Yeah, BITCH, I’m gеttin’ money, nigga, I’on do no stocks, nigga (🥶)
Yeah, bih’, we trap at bag, nigga, we ain’t punchin’ no clock, nigga (Die!)
Yeah, we gon’ kick yo’ shit, nigga, we don’t gotta knock, bitch, yeah

[Chorus]
Yo-Young nigga, man, I hop out the Vet’
That nigga just talk on the net…
I’m a young nigga, I’ma die ‘bout respect, nigga, yeah
Big 5, nigga, FUCK yo’ set…
And nigga talkin’ ‘bout smoke, nigga, WE GON’ HANDLE THAT, nigga, yeah

[Outro: Lade & Trenchbabyeli]
(🥶)
(Die!)
(🥶)
(Die!)
(🥶)
(Die!)
(🥶)
(Die!)
(Smack the fuck out yo’ bitch ass, bruh, smack the fuck out yo’ bitch ass, bruh)
(On God, On God, nigga)
(Ho ass nigga, bruh, stop watchin-, bro, get some other jeans, bruh, you got the tightest jeans in ATL, bruh, bitch ass nigga, fuck wrong wit’ you, bro)
(Take that red flag-)
(Stop puttin’ that red flag on yo’ fuckin’ pants, bruh, tight ass jeans, bruh, you can’t, bro)
What Sosa say? What Sosa say? He poppin’ out with the same clothes that my bitch wear
(On God, on my momma, bruh)
(Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, nigga, you not gan-)