Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
TOURNAMENT
Nizzle Man
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
I put that boy n' a pack
Mix it with his mans
Who want to match
Mixy with the tan
You play with ya life
You won't get it back
I got two guns
Keep em' attached
My dope put these feens
On the back
Pop two beans now I
Need to relax
She fell on her face
When I hit from the back
Damn damn he pussy
Why he want to chat
Paranoia I sleep with a gat
Carry pieces where ever I'm at
I ain't tryna keep the peace
I'm in the streets
And i'm feening to clap
Mob ties he getting whacked
Niggas ain't shooting
Like me that's a fact
Niggas be telling they story
It's fiction
I'm bout to Maury these bitches
Owe me money damn
They all gone be missing
I got a beam so I score
From a distance
Three pointer all these
Jewels ain't come from
A oyster i'm a go shoot
At his conscious Joyner
Fucking this bitch
And her friend gonna
Join us
To much work I got to
Pick up the floor
I'm in love with
Kicking in the door
I even rob niggas
If they poor
Make sure he ain't got
Nothing no more
Me and Nizzle going to
Cop everything in the store
Fan bitch touching my dick
While a nigga perform
Stick up everybody on the floor
Yea
I'm good where i'm at
Put my town on the map
These niggas be talking
They king
They king of of they this
And they king of they that
Boy you can't be rat
The streets tell the facts
Got to watch who you call
Friend these niggas be cap
Yea yea
I knew a little nigga woke
Said he never going to lack
Took a nap at his friends
House never woke
He got shot in the back
With the rilla niggas
Them the gang members
Never switched up
Them my same niggas
Free money bags out the
Bing nigga only thing
Changed is my change bigger
I put that boy n' a pack
Mix it with his mans
Who want to match
Mixy with the tan
You play with ya life
You won't get it back
I got two guns
Keep em' attached
My dope put these feens
On the back
Pop two beans now I
Need to relax
She fell on her face
When I hit from the back
These niggas broke
And unfortunate
She suck my dick
Now her mouth
Is a orphanage
Niggas get stretched out
Like a accordion
Niggas get shot and
They change what the
Story is
Trap house valedictorian
We hang them up like a
Ornament if I unlock
My door bitches storming
In I make them fight to
The death like a tournament