B.G., Big Tymers - Niggas Don't Understand lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[B.G., Big Tymers - Niggas Don't Understand lyrics]
Fa shothis for my homie KC (all the time)
That just did ten in tha pen (shit)
Bout to spit this game for ya fool
(wassup New York?)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin'
Birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin'
Birds they tell me that)
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?) movin' these fuckin' ki's
(Where B?) run em' in that UPT
(And who gone run em?) tha brotha and my BG
You gotta beat em (That nigga is my lady)
Four golds in her mouth (spell baby)
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigga?) orderin' for 20 ki's
(Street value?) two hundred and fifty G's
(And what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred G's
My people, Baby
Bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
All this coke I'ma have to go
On that all night flight
Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' QB's
Ziploc'em up and send em to that UPT
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay
All this coke smells nothin' but mail
One hundred G's with ease well
That's gone bring drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many ki's bringin' rats
And gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, VL got my back
Fuckin' break these ki's down to quarter ki's
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward UPT
KC drop this load on my BG (Ten a ki)
Bring me back nigga a hundred G's
Nigga get yo shit (Nigga I got my shit)
Ready to cock yo shit?
(I'm ready to pop my shit)
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to Hell
Tell em I can follow your map
Tired of flippin' these hundredss
I wanna flip some G's so what's up wit Baby?
(Graduated from ki's)
We gone make this shit happen
We gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a
Wayside barrel for 22-5
(Half a ki's for 11-5)
Come to the BG i might do it for a even 5
Nigga I ball but people don't know it, Cause
I don't show it the only way to find out is
If you come and score it
Cause, I don't stunt for no hoe and flow show
I get a bucket and keep it on the down low
Never outta, money and the powder
Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and OG's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a cutless supreme
Young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town
Know what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska
Bitch tried to testify I straight blast her
K's and the ammo, modern day Rambo
Got a Glock some rocks and a gram ho
Got a Maserati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this shit wrapped up
Mannie Fresh the special man aka Big Nutts
That just did ten in tha pen (shit)
Bout to spit this game for ya fool
(wassup New York?)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin'
Birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin'
Birds they tell me that)
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?) movin' these fuckin' ki's
(Where B?) run em' in that UPT
(And who gone run em?) tha brotha and my BG
You gotta beat em (That nigga is my lady)
Four golds in her mouth (spell baby)
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigga?) orderin' for 20 ki's
(Street value?) two hundred and fifty G's
(And what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred G's
My people, Baby
Bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
All this coke I'ma have to go
On that all night flight
Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' QB's
Ziploc'em up and send em to that UPT
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay
All this coke smells nothin' but mail
One hundred G's with ease well
That's gone bring drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many ki's bringin' rats
And gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, VL got my back
Fuckin' break these ki's down to quarter ki's
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward UPT
KC drop this load on my BG (Ten a ki)
Bring me back nigga a hundred G's
Nigga get yo shit (Nigga I got my shit)
Ready to cock yo shit?
(I'm ready to pop my shit)
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to Hell
Tell em I can follow your map
Tired of flippin' these hundredss
I wanna flip some G's so what's up wit Baby?
(Graduated from ki's)
We gone make this shit happen
We gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a
Wayside barrel for 22-5
(Half a ki's for 11-5)
Come to the BG i might do it for a even 5
Nigga I ball but people don't know it, Cause
I don't show it the only way to find out is
If you come and score it
Cause, I don't stunt for no hoe and flow show
I get a bucket and keep it on the down low
Never outta, money and the powder
Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and OG's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a cutless supreme
Young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town
Know what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska
Bitch tried to testify I straight blast her
K's and the ammo, modern day Rambo
Got a Glock some rocks and a gram ho
Got a Maserati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this shit wrapped up
Mannie Fresh the special man aka Big Nutts