Promoters tryna book me for a show, I need them backends
n#gg# talkin down on the gang, get him wacked then
VS1 diamonds on my neck doin backflips
n#gg# wanted smoke, we turned his #ss to a caption
n#gg# got wacked cause he was dissin on the bros
Take his #ss down if he taxin for them bowls
When I got shot I bought me a bigger pole
The n#gg# got dropped cause he was thinkin he was bold
You ain’t got no cash, I see you flexin 50 20’s
I’m the typa n#gg# run through 20, n#gg# monthly
Toby he don’t miss, if he did, then you lucky
Broski got a Glock, 10 milli, Jared Dudley
Baby ima dawg, if I was you, I wouldn’t trust me
I’m the typa n#gg# pull out racks and tell her f#ck me
Lil Na my brother, yеah we tighter than the Dudlеy’s
Spin they block and bust it, we gon chase em if they runnin
Promoters tryna book me for a show, I need them backends
n#gg# talkin down on the gang, get him wacked then
VS1 diamonds on my neck doin backflips
n#gg# wanted smoke, we turned his #ss to a caption
You the typa n#gg# let the b#tch finesse you out ya paper
I’m the typa n#gg# call a b#tch and get my dick ate
I ain’t worried bout no b#tches, n#gg# I’m just chasin cash
And my money taller than the f#ckin center for the Jazz
In the crib smokin ZaZa, watchin Snowfall
I just dropped 10 racks on his head, go get em y’all
Why you sippin green? n#gg# all we do is purple
b#tches screamin “oh my god, that’s that boy who made Virgil”
You want smoke with us, n#gg#, ion think it’s worth it
We got more shells than Red Lobster and the Ninja Turtles
I can make one call, put you in the dirt like a tree stump
I can mix the Chromehearts with the Travis Scott Dunk’s
We the reason why you got ya mans on a picture
We got burners with the “pfft,” go and squeeze it, that’s the lemon
Gotta keep that “shhh” street n#gg# protocol
In the field everyday, n#gg# like The Longest Yard
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NR3 Lyrics – Captions