Jaydes - netbangers lyrics
[Jaydes - netbangers lyrics]
(made this one)
Grown ass man tryna clown me for being
Born in '06 yet I still
Have more money than you, nigga, you
Clowning me for being young, bro
What the fuck wrong with you?
I'm in Mexico with Dro, smoking on this dope
'Net bangers
Talking hella shit until we kick the doors
Question that, how you got them ties? Bitch
I'm from the 4
We gon' junk his spot and take the bands
Then we finna roll
Nigga talking crazy, you my lil' bro
Better chill out
Five 40s mixed with forty-nine gon'
Bring the thrill out
Two thousand mixed with '06 gon'
Bring a lil' drought
Niggas hit me up from elementary
For a lil' clout
Keep singing, bitch, you know
All the words, bitch, i know you know me
I heard you flagging, now you gon' die
Obi Wan Kenobi
Checking all my pockets, full of green
Fucking guacamole niggas asking
"How the fuck you Evvls if
Your flow so holy?"
You want smoke? We could meet at
Regal if you bring a camera
Flash, flash, boom, pow
That's the end of your lil' era (Oh shit)
You was in my comments like some paper
All my niggas tear 'em
Seen him in the streets, take his clothes
All my niggas wear 'em
Wait, I think I understand it
Why this nigga bragging 'bout his ho
He need higher standards
When I drop a track, they run it back
I'm Barry Sanders
You can't cross me like AI
Because I'm the answer nigga with attitude
I'm really ruthless like Eazy E
She ain't much, but the head decent
She pleasing me
Really apply force in the field
Ain't no creasing me
In the booth, I really lose control
No decency evvls really evil in the booth
I'm rather holy
Sorry, bro, ain't know that was your ho
Nobody told me niggas acting weird
That's why I prefer to be by my lonely
I'll bend backwards for the paper
You'll never fold me
If it ain't 'bout the money
I can't hear it, let's keep it cordial
Nigga tried to battle with a god
He a mere mortal
Always stay different from the rest
I'm never normal
Killing beats, grab the suit and tie
Let's make it formal
Grown ass man tryna clown me for being
Born in '06 yet I still
Have more money than you, nigga, you
Clowning me for being young, bro
What the fuck wrong with you?
I'm in Mexico with Dro, smoking on this dope
'Net bangers
Talking hella shit until we kick the doors
Question that, how you got them ties? Bitch
I'm from the 4
We gon' junk his spot and take the bands
Then we finna roll
Nigga talking crazy, you my lil' bro
Better chill out
Five 40s mixed with forty-nine gon'
Bring the thrill out
Two thousand mixed with '06 gon'
Bring a lil' drought
Niggas hit me up from elementary
For a lil' clout
Keep singing, bitch, you know
All the words, bitch, i know you know me
I heard you flagging, now you gon' die
Obi Wan Kenobi
Checking all my pockets, full of green
Fucking guacamole niggas asking
"How the fuck you Evvls if
Your flow so holy?"
You want smoke? We could meet at
Regal if you bring a camera
Flash, flash, boom, pow
That's the end of your lil' era (Oh shit)
You was in my comments like some paper
All my niggas tear 'em
Seen him in the streets, take his clothes
All my niggas wear 'em
Wait, I think I understand it
Why this nigga bragging 'bout his ho
He need higher standards
When I drop a track, they run it back
I'm Barry Sanders
You can't cross me like AI
Because I'm the answer nigga with attitude
I'm really ruthless like Eazy E
She ain't much, but the head decent
She pleasing me
Really apply force in the field
Ain't no creasing me
In the booth, I really lose control
No decency evvls really evil in the booth
I'm rather holy
Sorry, bro, ain't know that was your ho
Nobody told me niggas acting weird
That's why I prefer to be by my lonely
I'll bend backwards for the paper
You'll never fold me
If it ain't 'bout the money
I can't hear it, let's keep it cordial
Nigga tried to battle with a god
He a mere mortal
Always stay different from the rest
I'm never normal
Killing beats, grab the suit and tie
Let's make it formal