8Ball, MJG - Collard Greens lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - Collard Greens lyrics]
Niggas ain't fuckin with us
Cause we strapped with them guns
And we always shoot 'em
Nigga u got us fucked up
Ain't no hater in us
We some real muthufuckas baby
Nigga I clown fo' mine
I get it down fo' mine
If neccesary pull shit and bust
A round fo' mine you know my sound design
For niggas street encline
Southern niggas on tha grind
Shine and recline
I stay hard like fake tit's
Dig like ice-picks
Disrespect the 'Slab' and yo
Wig I might split you hide we find you
Creep up from behind you
And leave you with some heat
That will always remind you
Because of that big trigget
You niggas need to quit givin cheese out
You probably wear your knee's out
Yo' wife wanna leave out
But when she pull them keys out
A bunch of that please, baby please
What it be'z bout
But what we be'z bout is big body
When we roll up in ya after party
Been smokin wait but hold up, stop
Don't tell nobody
Stage holda, mic controller, money gripper
Toe tipper, nigga big time ho flipper
When I roll bitches
Lyrical lethal like it was
Dope hard Moonshine
Niggas playin like cartoon time
He get tucked in the dark room time
To a busta who done died, why?
All because he tried
What? To tell the truth about some shit
But that nigga lied
Talkin about he don't bump us in his ride
Nigga FUCK you and the horse you rode on too
You can't fuck with me
Unless you stressed to be
An absentee perminately
I don't bard no nigga talkin bout what he got
Until you show me somethin nigga
You just talkin alot
Niggas love to start shit
Poppin that hard shit
Catch them alone and they convert
To a broad quik where them niggas at?
Who you said got yo back dawg?
Yeah you niggas be trippin thinkin
Shit is sweet dawg we gon' keep it raw until
All my niggas eat dawg
Im a cool nigga
But sometimes I act a fool nigga
Im certified in takin bitces to school nigga
The rule is for MJG to stack paper
And fuck bitch niggas up when they act hata
Big ball, MJG we do it for the streets
For them niggas and them bitches tryna
Get up on they feet
Haters get a hollow tip deep
Off in they fo'head
All over some punk shit that
Bitch shouldn't have neva said
We got plenty connections
In all of the preferred sections
Potent elections fo' big playaz
And bitches sexin eigthball and MJG
Consider reckless, flawless
You got blessed the day you saw this
Nigga realize u can't fuck with this
Get it hype, get it crunk
Get it buck up in this bitch
Take no nigga Space Age thug up in this shit
Eightball, MJG we wuz up up in this bitch
Cause we strapped with them guns
And we always shoot 'em
Nigga u got us fucked up
Ain't no hater in us
We some real muthufuckas baby
Nigga I clown fo' mine
I get it down fo' mine
If neccesary pull shit and bust
A round fo' mine you know my sound design
For niggas street encline
Southern niggas on tha grind
Shine and recline
I stay hard like fake tit's
Dig like ice-picks
Disrespect the 'Slab' and yo
Wig I might split you hide we find you
Creep up from behind you
And leave you with some heat
That will always remind you
Because of that big trigget
You niggas need to quit givin cheese out
You probably wear your knee's out
Yo' wife wanna leave out
But when she pull them keys out
A bunch of that please, baby please
What it be'z bout
But what we be'z bout is big body
When we roll up in ya after party
Been smokin wait but hold up, stop
Don't tell nobody
Stage holda, mic controller, money gripper
Toe tipper, nigga big time ho flipper
When I roll bitches
Lyrical lethal like it was
Dope hard Moonshine
Niggas playin like cartoon time
He get tucked in the dark room time
To a busta who done died, why?
All because he tried
What? To tell the truth about some shit
But that nigga lied
Talkin about he don't bump us in his ride
Nigga FUCK you and the horse you rode on too
You can't fuck with me
Unless you stressed to be
An absentee perminately
I don't bard no nigga talkin bout what he got
Until you show me somethin nigga
You just talkin alot
Niggas love to start shit
Poppin that hard shit
Catch them alone and they convert
To a broad quik where them niggas at?
Who you said got yo back dawg?
Yeah you niggas be trippin thinkin
Shit is sweet dawg we gon' keep it raw until
All my niggas eat dawg
Im a cool nigga
But sometimes I act a fool nigga
Im certified in takin bitces to school nigga
The rule is for MJG to stack paper
And fuck bitch niggas up when they act hata
Big ball, MJG we do it for the streets
For them niggas and them bitches tryna
Get up on they feet
Haters get a hollow tip deep
Off in they fo'head
All over some punk shit that
Bitch shouldn't have neva said
We got plenty connections
In all of the preferred sections
Potent elections fo' big playaz
And bitches sexin eigthball and MJG
Consider reckless, flawless
You got blessed the day you saw this
Nigga realize u can't fuck with this
Get it hype, get it crunk
Get it buck up in this bitch
Take no nigga Space Age thug up in this shit
Eightball, MJG we wuz up up in this bitch