HS87, Hit-Boy, Audio Push - Them Niggas lyrics

[HS87, Hit-Boy, Audio Push - Them Niggas lyrics]

Off top, get money all day
Can't see your face
Cause the paper in the way
When you're getting to it
Know niggas gonna hate
When we're outchea 'bout it 'bout it
Now lemme get it straight

HS87, staying TU to the max
And I say that like it ain't apparent
All black like the Great Depression
When I'm stepping bow yuh head
Like you're praying with 80 reverends
Me and my niggas on that getting money policy
West Coast shit, spittin out some polla seeds
Shout out to Daz and Kurupt, Young Gotti
See, me and all my youngins looking
Like we hit the lottery we're getting green
Watch the salad on my plate
Or we party with them teens
Up in San Diego State


That she's barely legal but
Her ass's twenty eight and I ride on 28s
So she ride me like she skate
We're the hardest niggas, regardless
Sonning niggas, RIP to my nigga Marvin
While yo niggas just talk
Through the grapevine
My niggas are cool from the waist down
I got prize, nigga we turnt
Bring here the base line!

Off top, get money all day
Can't see your face
Cause the paper in the way
When you're getting to it
Know niggas gonna hate
When we're at your body, body
Now lemme get it straight
What you say? them niggas
Ain't like my niggas (Go, go
Go) them niggas ain't like my niggas
(Nigga what?, Go, go
Go) you niggas say you like my niggas

Alright, I looked down on my phone
Too many girls calling me
I told them leave me alone
I'm in the game, and I'm balling
See they're trying to test the lions
And in Detroit they fumble
But a lion is what I am and
I am king of the jungle
See I'm Oktane, don't know me
Got money, don't show it
Your girl, don't blow me
She come here, start the whole crew
Pour the liquor, start the
Where the mic, that's where I go to
Care to be nigga, out for sure do
Press record and then nigga is no rules
Tear down on my back, your girl in my front
I ate her from my first meal
And these young rappers for lunch
I just found out, you're picky, crazy
That's my latest pun
And like bad head at the end of the bread
This ain't what you want!
I see that red light running, HS87 stuntin'
Man we call our parties orgies now
Cause everybody coming
And your girl come when it's night time
And every time is the right time
If you ain't us, you is a lame nigga
Cause your niggas ain't like mine!

You're saying that you're trill
But we've been realer
Making banks like my first name Phillip
Real niggas, the only ones who feel us
Summer time, I'm probably rocking chinchillas
The clock ticking and tocking
I'm making profit's
My momma told me don't pull out the
Rocket unless you gonna pop it
My new girl, flock it for me, unstop me
I call her Wallet cause she
Always be in pocket no I dumb
If it's beef my niggas are
Running like high jumps!
You niggas can't even pronounce the
Places I fly from that's fly, huh?
If you see me with five niggas
Then probably we got five punks
The girl who gives me head in my bed
You hoping and pray you dry hump
Me just touch on her breast
Me don't deal with her mess
Me just dress in Hermes
Flyer than a bird nest!
Thugging, living, not worrying about the cost
We're in the same denim
But we're cut from different cloths

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