YBN Nahmir Ft. Lil Eazzyy Lyrics
Shh, shh, sheesh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird-ass niggas, man
Like, what are all these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Ice cream ass niggas
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partner
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin' guns, might еven have a Tommy
I remеmber them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
A nigga keep it silent, in L.A., I keep a clip, though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
We got a hundred shots (A hundred shots), flip his car and then we spin the mall (Brra, brra)
Me and bro was rockin' G-Shocks, now we rock them Audemars (Them Audemars)
Uh, yeah, and we still switchin' cars (Skrrt)
Exotic bitch, a brand new broad (Brand new broad), she topped me off the bars (Uh-huh)
Youngest but I'm still in charge (In charge), still pullin' niggas' cards (Yeah)
We got fifties in this [Dodge?] (Fifties), so he ain't runnin' far (Uh-huh)
You know I need my money large (Large)
Got a few plays so my niggas won't starve
Clutchin' them sticks, no, this ain't no guitar (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm makin' a scene while I'm hittin' the charts (Yeah)
On the gang, yeah, you know I won't switch, though
[?] money, ain't ridin' in rentals
My bitch like holdin' the Glock
I'll pass the [?], she ridin' a Kimble (A Kimble)
Worth millies, can't ride in a fishboat
Five percent on the tint, that's a limo (Huh?)
Hollows start comin' up out of the chop, niggas start doin' the limbo
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
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