Ralo, Jay Fizzle, Key Glock - Unusual Niggas lyrics

[Ralo, Jay Fizzle, Key Glock - Unusual Niggas lyrics]

Ay, I go by the name of Ralo Famgoon alright
(Famgoon) ay Jay Fizzle, what's up Jay
In paper route Famgoon business, listen

I pull up on yo block get
Some shit cost a million dollars
Got a million partners that's
About a million choppas
We don't give a fuck who you is
Anyone can get killed
They keep on telling me chill
I don't know what that is
I might just turn up fonem
This club get shot up fonem
Don't you fuck with Jay Fizzle
That little nigga my man
Did that paper route business
Anybody can get it
A bitch can't come in my spot
Unless she gon' let me hit it
Hold up wait let me in it
I didn't tell you I'm finished
I thought that I was in the gray
The way these bitches been beggin'
I get more mouth than a dentist
Move more weight than a gymnast
Move more trees than some timberlands
I got more Homer than Simpson

I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas
I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas

I don't play with no guns
I might shoot me a nigga
Pop the roof off a nigga
Pop the tooth out a nigga
I just bought a brand new choppa
Plus my coupe got no ceiling
My old lady seen my car and
Said my roof the one missing
Ay, pull up in a million dollar
Coupe I got my shirt off
Million dollar nigga bitches quick to
Take they skirt off
Ralo and Jay Fizzle tossin' bitches at the
Ballin' with a stick
Like a nigga playing baseball
Car like transformers, they be transforming
This a new phone, my bitch too foreign
Your bitch too boring, your bitch too boring
A hundred thousand out the trap and
They get known to it

I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas
I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas

You ain't talking 'bout money
You ain't talking 'bout nothing
Nigga with a attitude
I feel like I'm from Compton
Double G's on my buckle, VVS on my knuckles
Hustle hard till the sun up
On the block like Mutombo
Steady stacking these commas
Hundred racks stuffed in my cunts
Nigga get shot if you mumble
And I put that on my momma
I got sauce lasagna, Gucci shirt anaconda
Choppa kick like a punter
I do this shit like ralo Famgoon my brother
Stacking these chips like Russell
Choppa sing David Ruffin
Ferragamo on no cuffing
Ralo Famgoon my brother
Stacking these chips like Russell
Choppa sing David Ruffin
Ferragamo on no cuffing

I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas
I do not pick up my phone
Unless they talking 'bout money
And if they talking 'bout money
You can tell 'em I'm coming
We do not pick up no pistols
Unless we shooting at some niggas
Don't confuse us with niggas
We ain't no usual niggas

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