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Lil Noid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Harris
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ridin' in my car and my pockets feeling assed out
Ran up on this sucka caught him slippin'
And without a doubt
Round made a loud sound capped him in the chest
Laid to rest, over a pile of mess
My blood is pumpin' hard
I'm kinda greedy for that cheese mane
Reachin in his pocket thinkin' big
On some pocket change
Turnt 'em on his stomach
He start to vomiting up his blood and guts
First degree and robbery so then I headed back to the cut
Gat is in my hand and see i'm smokin' on some B.U.D
Chicken make me tired so then I grab a pack and snort that P
One and one is up my nose, it's feeling like my brain on crack
Ridin on a Bajaj 30 30 like the Skinny mack
Scopin' out this telescope this nigga and then I saw a bone
Cock the mac-10 back, it's time to get 'em, yeah this shit is on
Creepin right behind him held him hostage then I take his bank
Even though I know the lemon mane, Lil Noid is with that game
N is for Lil Noid, makin stangs for that bloody dough
O is puttin' em on the floor but mane
Yall just don't hear me though
I is in yo shit and then the D is for yo fuckin death
We have to tell these trick what's up
Hold yo breath and break yo self
Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch
Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch
Break yo self, bitch, break yo self, bitch
Break yo self, bitch, break yo self
Back up on my hustle when a robbery is in pursuit
My father taught me how to play the game
And so it's in my root
Taught me how to backstab
Steal and make money too
So I set my father for a
Robbery to take his loot
Mane it makes no difference
When it comes down to that greeny-green
Make a heavy nigga sick
I get my ass and then I'm ridin' clean
Thinkin' when i get some M.O.N.E.Y to buy some dope
So I change my method
And my style to rob some white folk
Sneaky and mischievous
I'm devious don't give a fuck
Caught some white folk slippin'
In they front yard so I stuck em up
Took em to they house they
Hit the carpet face down on the floor
Bitch you livin' rich, I'm livin' poor so where that money hoe?
Made em spread they legs
And spread they arms they lookin' weird as hell
Once I got that cheese I hit the door and yeah it's time to bail
Writer(s): Jordan Houston
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