lirik lagu young chris – na na (freestyle)
i got a plan to get it straight off the block
you boys hustle good, you get paid off the top
uh, switch ships like the dawn, get that rush up in the mon
get the f-ck up out yo sleep n-gg-, hustle til it’s gone
rental cus he can’t afford the whip
n-gg- the hustle like russell cus he can’t afford the chip
went against the judge like he can’t afford a tip
now he’s sittin back with life and he can’t afford a pill
back to the gudda where them boys flippin b-tter
war when it’s war, man them boys s-x yo mother
ta ta ta, hit it just because you love er
hit it just because you sucka
soldier n-gg-s undercover
n-gg- ride around strapped
keep a couple pistols
catch ‘em up in traffic
p-ssy what’s the issue?
colt 40 fever, rip a couple ligaments
just for being disrespectful, motherf-ckers ignorant
index itchin, n-gg- shooters on a mission
big big ladders, ever rugas on extension
rather be broke than be livin in a skirt
n-gg-s gay, f-ckin vic, suckin d-ck to get a verse
tag on this too, now they get to bring that he-rs-
they shoot and tell em, that’s the gift between the curse
f-ck these n-gg-s, they a lie cus they a p-ssy
you gon hit some big sh-t?
fine, they pushed me
whole d-mn block say caution
some body identified, pick up the coffin
n-body will ever know his body was auctioned
his body was double barreled, i shot him and tossed it
hitters with the n-gg-s, these p-ssy n-gg-s, they start sh-t
hit him with the nini, the b-tch i put them apart with
shinin with my n-gg-s, he ones i live in the dark with
down and all the b-tches, the ones you n-gg-s be oh sh-t
ciao baby, be backin up, i can talk sh-t
we don’t call em back, we just smashin and then we off sh-t
rehab vegas, my playas i had a ball with
check pow, 40 be killin b-tches, we all in
no shirts, i’m tatted up with juda
walkin through the club, them thirsty b-tches will choose up
she a label wh-r- son i see switch and do’s up
new red bottoms, heavy picture, liftin her shoes up
give a f-ck about homie, he’s a p–per
keep talkin that bullsh-t and get yo boof up
point guard, still i’m a shooter, i pick that 2 up
prom bron, and prime time, i lift the crew up
back for a flash like how the f-ck we forget it?
i’ll tell you one thing, this time yall gonna mean it
n-gg- the truth, n-gg- this booth is the block i hustle
n-gg-s ain’t got my job but still don’t got my struggle
now the booth keep callin, streets callin too
you fools keep trollin, hate yall too
my att-tude, what the f-ck is he gonna do?
yo homie dead n-gg-, you can be gone too
say he tryna stay alive, struggle i survive
24/7 cus i hustle 9 to 5
so i f-ckin chop, kept hustlers on they job
we whip powder and some b-tter on the side
now gunnin ain’t good, chemists in the kitchen
with all this style it’s louis in my st-tchin
stuart on the backpack, ruby on the mac pack
travel around the world girl, plenty land to crash at
spot her from a distance when that -ss fat
like the twerk team, run that -ss back
they don’t drop it low, move fast but slow
til my cl-ss is in session, be a witness to the flow
i’m alive n-gg-s
haha
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