Kenzo Balla - Nina lyrics
[Kenzo Balla - Nina lyrics]
Grrah grrah grrah, boom
Like, like every opp shot
Grrah grrah
I can't lack, gotta walk wit' the heater
Love my Nina, that bitch, he can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in the beater
Sippin' the wock pour a 4 in the liter
You could keep her i just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
All these niggas wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hollow put reddies in shit
Spot a opp in the spot
And his head gettin' spliffed
Last nigga got shot in his hip
They done ripped through his chest now
He dead in a spliff
They dissin' but they gettin'
Took off thе list
If he jackin' the opps then
Wе clickin' that bitch, like
Die Gz, they ain't do shit
All them lil niggas do is music
Two V's, that's two clips
Spin the Well tryna catch us like two hit's
Off the yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead
Don't think we on some cool shit
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the goons?"
I'm tryna put a nigga on the news
They just talk, what the fuck do they do?
If we see em knock em out his shoes
Catch lil D, that's a headshot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now it's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high
Spin the Hill, where the fuck lil Edot?
If I catch em' I'm lettin' like three fly
Smokin' on Country he died in a wing spot
We gon keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the fuck? These niggas is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
Nigga dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' em slumped
Like, on Mezzy this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon go on a hunt
Smokin' on (shh) I rolled em in a blunt
Wit' some Briscoe now that nigga punchin'
Fuck the opps them niggas not on nothin'
Get back gang, no we not for discussion
Big DOA, when we step in the function
Bullets burn em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot then we throwin' a dozen
I'ma flock it, tryna hit his muffin
We some ootas' we ain't wit the bluffin'
They ain't ootas' all them niggas duckin'
Since a jit I been takin' that risk
Oh they dissin' on bro? Then
We takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on em turn em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me better have your grip
So many deads like pass that Nick
Where the Vaff at? Pass that shit
Dumb nigga got lined by a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' till we got em hit
Don't slip, or it's clipped
We gon make sure you dead on the strip
Fuck niggas keep sayin' my name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
Fuck a leg I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon hit em, sure to leave a stain
She like, "Who you smokin?"
I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious on bro I'ma flame
Niggas never took risks for they gang
They rappin' but never go spin for they gang
Like you a oota' but you never bend
Wherever I go I gotta keep that thang, like
I can't lack, gotta walk wit' the heater
Love my Nina, that bitch, he can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in the beater
Sippin' the wock pour a 4 in the liter
You could keep her i just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
(Grah, Grah grah, boom)
(Every opp shot, AHHH)
Like, like every opp shot
Grrah grrah
I can't lack, gotta walk wit' the heater
Love my Nina, that bitch, he can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in the beater
Sippin' the wock pour a 4 in the liter
You could keep her i just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
All these niggas wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hollow put reddies in shit
Spot a opp in the spot
And his head gettin' spliffed
Last nigga got shot in his hip
They done ripped through his chest now
He dead in a spliff
They dissin' but they gettin'
Took off thе list
If he jackin' the opps then
Wе clickin' that bitch, like
Die Gz, they ain't do shit
All them lil niggas do is music
Two V's, that's two clips
Spin the Well tryna catch us like two hit's
Off the yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead
Don't think we on some cool shit
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the goons?"
I'm tryna put a nigga on the news
They just talk, what the fuck do they do?
If we see em knock em out his shoes
Catch lil D, that's a headshot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now it's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high
Spin the Hill, where the fuck lil Edot?
If I catch em' I'm lettin' like three fly
Smokin' on Country he died in a wing spot
We gon keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the fuck? These niggas is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
Nigga dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' em slumped
Like, on Mezzy this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon go on a hunt
Smokin' on (shh) I rolled em in a blunt
Wit' some Briscoe now that nigga punchin'
Fuck the opps them niggas not on nothin'
Get back gang, no we not for discussion
Big DOA, when we step in the function
Bullets burn em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot then we throwin' a dozen
I'ma flock it, tryna hit his muffin
We some ootas' we ain't wit the bluffin'
They ain't ootas' all them niggas duckin'
Since a jit I been takin' that risk
Oh they dissin' on bro? Then
We takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on em turn em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me better have your grip
So many deads like pass that Nick
Where the Vaff at? Pass that shit
Dumb nigga got lined by a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' till we got em hit
Don't slip, or it's clipped
We gon make sure you dead on the strip
Fuck niggas keep sayin' my name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
Fuck a leg I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon hit em, sure to leave a stain
She like, "Who you smokin?"
I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious on bro I'ma flame
Niggas never took risks for they gang
They rappin' but never go spin for they gang
Like you a oota' but you never bend
Wherever I go I gotta keep that thang, like
I can't lack, gotta walk wit' the heater
Love my Nina, that bitch, he can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in the beater
Sippin' the wock pour a 4 in the liter
You could keep her i just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
(Grah, Grah grah, boom)
(Every opp shot, AHHH)