Fat Trel - Nigga What lyrics

[Fat Trel - Nigga What lyrics]

Yeah, ayy, woah, woah uh, yeah, woah
Let's go, nigga ayy, look (Woah)

Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us
It's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny
Niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar
I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it
But he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga
What? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?

I ain't havin' no pressure
With these bluffin'-ass niggas
These niggas cap no conversation with these
Nothin'-ass niggas, I'm 'bout to sap
My lil' bitch able, you's
A stuntin'-ass nigga, she probably whack
Just stuffed a tractor with
Them turkey bags, bitch, we on the map
I'm one of the richest, as real as it get
I just scraped up a deuce and
It went to a ten
We tellin' the truth, them niggas pretend
If I shoot out the roof
Don't come on the bend
We spin it and spin it and spin it again
Amiri my denim, this probably your rent
I sent you a package, I'm checkin' the
Trackin', I hope that you got it
It say that it's sent
I went to the trenches to check on
The load, it's headed to Cleveland
Comin' in bold
Pussy the meanest, she on the pole
I beat from the back and I'm leavin' it swole
These niggas be bluffin', I'm really in
Traffic, they wanna get active
Just come to the road
Ain't doin' no cuffin' unless she attractive
As soon as I smack it, it's back to the ho

Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us
It's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny
Niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar
I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it
But he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga
What? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?

Yeah, I'm workin' the digit's
You workin' the pot
I told her, "Let's get it
" we whippin' the block
I put up a ticket, went fishin' with opp
These niggas been snitchin'
They really the cops
I really be whippin' and whippin' the drop
Pull up on the opps, we do it a lot
Ain't no hesitation, I'm gettin' 'em shot
How many bullets you got? A lot
This bitch like a tank 'cause
I'm really a soldier
I probably paint 'em to get this shit over
I'm sippin' drank and it came with a coaster
I'm in the gate with a Drac' and a Cobra
You want a verse, I'ma need me the P
I'm in the stu' with the god, it's Z
This shit is easy, honestly
You should've given a bond to me
My nigga hawk you with no talk
Droppin' them bodies, I leave 'em in chalk
I caught 'em with Scotty
They say it was bought
I took it to trial, they hate that I fought
I'm runnin' 'em down, these niggas be walkin'
I'm holdin' it down, these niggas be talkin'
I come to your town and do it with caution
The junkie just hit it
He said it was awesome

Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us
It's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny
Niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar
I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it
But he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga
What? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?

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