YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Boo Gotti - Fuck a Nigga lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Boo Gotti - Fuck a Nigga lyrics]
Yeah, this one here for Boo Gotti
Hop out the trenches with the stick
Like "Boo, I got you, nigga"
Haha, big, you know what it is, yeah
(Trevin the producer) look
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
Whole lotta money on me
Now, ain’t talkin' paper, nigga
Hundred thousand up in jewelry
That’s some acres, nigga
I stood tall in front the jury
They couldn’t break a nigga
Don’t show no bitch
You know I’ll still a face a nigga
Boo Gotti got them things
Ain’t drop the pricе nigga
Man this shit we got A-1
I swear it’s too official i keep my gun
It’s murder onе and that’s for any nigga
Nigga wanna kill you when
They see you glisten, nigga
(Ayy) i do this for all of my niggas
You know I ain’t got shit for these bitches
I’m causin' hell, fuck twelve
Nigga know we still in the trenches
Runnin', we jumpin' them fences
These niggas be trippin'
You know that I’m with it
I stay with a glizzy, these niggas can get it
Pussy ass boy, nigga know how I whip it
(Bitch, baow)
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas i don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
Four body’s in one summer
The streets gettin' hot
They knocked two packs on the road
The streets gettin' dropped
Red light come with the stick
You can’t run from it
Just had a shootout with my cousin
He stole some money from me
How the fuck I’ma tell my aunt
I had to kill her son used to be close
But the greed fucked over our bond
When niggas get jealous
Ain’t shit you can tell 'em
If he woulda asked, then I woulda helped him
Niggas be snakes, you gotta be careful
Watch reviews ‘cause niggas a ya
I done did a whole lot to live this lifestyle
Ain’t nobody give me shit so
I can’t pipe down
Keep it silent, that’s what I was taught
If you broke, that’s ya business
That ain’t nobody fault
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas i don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
(Trevin the producer)
Hop out the trenches with the stick
Like "Boo, I got you, nigga"
Haha, big, you know what it is, yeah
(Trevin the producer) look
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
Whole lotta money on me
Now, ain’t talkin' paper, nigga
Hundred thousand up in jewelry
That’s some acres, nigga
I stood tall in front the jury
They couldn’t break a nigga
Don’t show no bitch
You know I’ll still a face a nigga
Boo Gotti got them things
Ain’t drop the pricе nigga
Man this shit we got A-1
I swear it’s too official i keep my gun
It’s murder onе and that’s for any nigga
Nigga wanna kill you when
They see you glisten, nigga
(Ayy) i do this for all of my niggas
You know I ain’t got shit for these bitches
I’m causin' hell, fuck twelve
Nigga know we still in the trenches
Runnin', we jumpin' them fences
These niggas be trippin'
You know that I’m with it
I stay with a glizzy, these niggas can get it
Pussy ass boy, nigga know how I whip it
(Bitch, baow)
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas i don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
Four body’s in one summer
The streets gettin' hot
They knocked two packs on the road
The streets gettin' dropped
Red light come with the stick
You can’t run from it
Just had a shootout with my cousin
He stole some money from me
How the fuck I’ma tell my aunt
I had to kill her son used to be close
But the greed fucked over our bond
When niggas get jealous
Ain’t shit you can tell 'em
If he woulda asked, then I woulda helped him
Niggas be snakes, you gotta be careful
Watch reviews ‘cause niggas a ya
I done did a whole lot to live this lifestyle
Ain’t nobody give me shit so
I can’t pipe down
Keep it silent, that’s what I was taught
If you broke, that’s ya business
That ain’t nobody fault
I don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas i don’t owe a nigga shit
I feel like fuck a nigga
Buss 'em down like a brick
Don’t make me touch you nigga
All my niggas keep them sticks and get money
Nigga ain’t shit sweet
Please don’t think I’m like
Those other niggas
(Trevin the producer)