Izaya Tiji - Green Green lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Green Green lyrics]
(NinetyNiiine)
(It's Surreal Gang lil' bitch)
He better relax before he get his ass wacked
Nah, these niggas so mad
Nah, these niggas so mad
Just dropped a lil' chain on his head
Now I got nothin' to sell
Yeah, bands on my head
Cut off the dreads, I cut off my friends
I look through the glass
Yeah, I'm doin' my best, I
Move to the next, yeah
He sippin' that green green
He done fucked up the goop
I cannot talk to 'em, yeah cops on the move
I got a job for you, yeah drop for lil' dude
I got somе thots for you
Yeah fuck her lil' dude
I got somе Wock' for you, yeah fuck it
Let's do it i got some racks for you
Yeah what would you do?
If I move a pack on you
Then what would you do? (Woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, I gotta, what would you, woah
(Ninetyniiine)
I gotta watch how I sip 'cause
I might break the Xan
I gotta watch that lil' bitch 'cause
She might snitch on me, yeah
She get to dancin' on a big dick
Then I can't stop her he think I'ma lick
(It's Surreal gang lil bitch) , my
Niggas brought that lil' blick
I did not box 'em
Me too, ride with my boxers
She suck dick right through the boxers
Who wanna spot 'em? I ain't spot
'em but I got 'em
Foldin' money like a taco, yeah
Leave him dead just like a possum
F&N, we gon' mark 'em, yeah
He sippin' that green green
He done fucked up the goop
He got the cops on him
I can't talk to that dude
I'm finna fly some, then pull off on you
I got a drop on 'em, I do yo' lil' dude
I'm finna pop out and then
Duck on lil' dude
He put his block on him, nah, nah, lil' dude
They put them shots in you
Now what can you do?
I gotta boss on 'em, yeah
Boss on that dude, woah
(It's Surreal Gang lil' bitch)
He better relax before he get his ass wacked
Nah, these niggas so mad
Nah, these niggas so mad
Just dropped a lil' chain on his head
Now I got nothin' to sell
Yeah, bands on my head
Cut off the dreads, I cut off my friends
I look through the glass
Yeah, I'm doin' my best, I
Move to the next, yeah
He sippin' that green green
He done fucked up the goop
I cannot talk to 'em, yeah cops on the move
I got a job for you, yeah drop for lil' dude
I got somе thots for you
Yeah fuck her lil' dude
I got somе Wock' for you, yeah fuck it
Let's do it i got some racks for you
Yeah what would you do?
If I move a pack on you
Then what would you do? (Woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, I gotta, what would you, woah
(Ninetyniiine)
I gotta watch how I sip 'cause
I might break the Xan
I gotta watch that lil' bitch 'cause
She might snitch on me, yeah
She get to dancin' on a big dick
Then I can't stop her he think I'ma lick
(It's Surreal gang lil bitch) , my
Niggas brought that lil' blick
I did not box 'em
Me too, ride with my boxers
She suck dick right through the boxers
Who wanna spot 'em? I ain't spot
'em but I got 'em
Foldin' money like a taco, yeah
Leave him dead just like a possum
F&N, we gon' mark 'em, yeah
He sippin' that green green
He done fucked up the goop
He got the cops on him
I can't talk to that dude
I'm finna fly some, then pull off on you
I got a drop on 'em, I do yo' lil' dude
I'm finna pop out and then
Duck on lil' dude
He put his block on him, nah, nah, lil' dude
They put them shots in you
Now what can you do?
I gotta boss on 'em, yeah
Boss on that dude, woah