Lyrics

Yea YKWTFGO Its Nino yeeh Yeeh yeeh Just like that nigga yeeeh Lets Go Nino get his own fucking check, nigga talk to me nicely Pull up in a track hawk flying like a bird I'm not crawling like a spider Pull up in his motherfucking Track-hawks Or these mother-fuccking strickers I am nothing like these Instagram niggas Mann my followers match my dollars (yeeh) They say Nino is crazy as hell he be riding with a chopper This bitch know, I don't eat cheese She's still trying to feed me enchiladas My daughter four years old She wear Givenchy dresses and balenciagas I'm getting so much motherfucking money I'm eating Ruth Chris, like it's McDonald's These hoes is fucking for free They trying to do me like Bill Cosby Backend boys in the building, It's a stick up this is a fucking robbery Put up in a GT 63 they thought it was a Rarri My brother he keep the switch He will wet your ass like Kalahari I used to cook crack up in my granny kitchen Then she used to work my ass, When I didn't want to wash the dishes Nino in a foreign I'll be crawling like a kitten All these niggas is fake as fuck just like my bitch titties I just pulled a 4 up in my cup My bitch then tasted this shit and said eww Bro put forgis on his car, He mad as fuck I keep scraping his wheels Naw I don't know that nigga meek But I'm trying to get the mills I'm putting my dick up in this bitch I'm trying to show her how I feel I'm a motherfucking backend boy I can't do nothing but run it up I stay sipping that lean I be leaning like a fat nigga chucks Got this bitch in the three points stance But we not playing down, set, hut I'm sick of these bitches and niggas I think I had enough
Writer(s): Kelondric D Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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