Duwap Kaine - Nobody lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Nobody lyrics]
(What's that damn savage up to now?) mmh
High in a free form
Braids in, ain't no freeform
Fuckin' your bitch 'cause I got bored
I was too high, missed the Carti tour
I be rockin' designer, I be rockin' Dior
You say you with the shit, but I'm not sure
Rich nigga shit, nigga, I'm not poor
Real nigga, man, I'm opening doors
Glock on me, yeah, I'm keeping a sword
I'm a real nigga, man, I need an award
On that Southside and I'm throwing up four
I got Hi Tech, pour lean in my pores
With the gang, we the kids next door
Juggin' niggas, I'm the motherfuckin' lord
Big Glock on me, turn you to a pack
Chopper choppin' shit, Samurai Jack
Flexin' hard, they not liking that
Sippin' fake drink? You gon'
Have a heart attack
I'm O-Dog how I'm keeping a MAC
I'm getting too much money
They can't stay on track
Spin your block, we gon' twirl
Three bitches, yeah, Powerpuff Girls
You can fuck that bitch, that's not my girl
When I shoot the Glock, I'm like
"That a girl"
How you smoking 'Woods and you cannot pearl?
I'm high as fuck, I'm outta this world
I got braids in my hair, ain't no Jheri curl
Bad bitch, and her hair got the curls
Smokin' dope, smokin' Teen Titan
Y'all niggas bitches
Y'all whole team biting
Glock on me, what the fuck is fighting?
I'm finessing niggas like "Scam Likely"
Nigga, am I high? Nigga, most likely
All this money on me
So these bitches like me
Thot bitch and she look like Tiny
Big bankroll and your pockets tiny
Broke as hell, but you steady whining
I'm in the kitchen, but I'm not frying
I'm high as hell
Feel like I'm mountain climbing
Chains cold as hell
It could change the climate
Feel like Wiz Khalifa 'cause
I'm smoking chronic
I'm gettin' money, that's alright
I'm trappin' out this electronic
See, see 12, then I turn into Sonic
Sippin' too much lean, so I had to vomit
We some young niggas, we do what we wanted
And them hollow tips hot like a sauna
And you smokin' mid, smokin' bad marijuana
Percs, narcotics
Weed, lean, everything, I got it
Glock on me, I ain't shooting with no shotty
Them hollow tips fuckin' up his body
Too many guns when we ridin' in the 'Rari
The beat finna end y'all, man, I'm sorry
Kicked her out, I told her I'm sorry
I keep a gun, I can't trust nobody
High in a free form
Braids in, ain't no freeform
Fuckin' your bitch 'cause I got bored
I was too high, missed the Carti tour
I be rockin' designer, I be rockin' Dior
You say you with the shit, but I'm not sure
Rich nigga shit, nigga, I'm not poor
Real nigga, man, I'm opening doors
Glock on me, yeah, I'm keeping a sword
I'm a real nigga, man, I need an award
On that Southside and I'm throwing up four
I got Hi Tech, pour lean in my pores
With the gang, we the kids next door
Juggin' niggas, I'm the motherfuckin' lord
Big Glock on me, turn you to a pack
Chopper choppin' shit, Samurai Jack
Flexin' hard, they not liking that
Sippin' fake drink? You gon'
Have a heart attack
I'm O-Dog how I'm keeping a MAC
I'm getting too much money
They can't stay on track
Spin your block, we gon' twirl
Three bitches, yeah, Powerpuff Girls
You can fuck that bitch, that's not my girl
When I shoot the Glock, I'm like
"That a girl"
How you smoking 'Woods and you cannot pearl?
I'm high as fuck, I'm outta this world
I got braids in my hair, ain't no Jheri curl
Bad bitch, and her hair got the curls
Smokin' dope, smokin' Teen Titan
Y'all niggas bitches
Y'all whole team biting
Glock on me, what the fuck is fighting?
I'm finessing niggas like "Scam Likely"
Nigga, am I high? Nigga, most likely
All this money on me
So these bitches like me
Thot bitch and she look like Tiny
Big bankroll and your pockets tiny
Broke as hell, but you steady whining
I'm in the kitchen, but I'm not frying
I'm high as hell
Feel like I'm mountain climbing
Chains cold as hell
It could change the climate
Feel like Wiz Khalifa 'cause
I'm smoking chronic
I'm gettin' money, that's alright
I'm trappin' out this electronic
See, see 12, then I turn into Sonic
Sippin' too much lean, so I had to vomit
We some young niggas, we do what we wanted
And them hollow tips hot like a sauna
And you smokin' mid, smokin' bad marijuana
Percs, narcotics
Weed, lean, everything, I got it
Glock on me, I ain't shooting with no shotty
Them hollow tips fuckin' up his body
Too many guns when we ridin' in the 'Rari
The beat finna end y'all, man, I'm sorry
Kicked her out, I told her I'm sorry
I keep a gun, I can't trust nobody