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lirik lagu lil noonie - noonie home

[intro]
(ain’t that lil dave on the mix?)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (ayy, delo, cut that sh~t up)
the number of illegally modified firearms recovered by police (f~ck the opps)
has increased fifteen folds since 2019 (free blowski, foe, shark business only, yeah, dk made this sh~t)
a machine gun, machine gun conversion device (free them all)
extended magazine, drum magazine (who the f~ck said we don’t be slidin’? free all the guys)
automatic switch, privately made firearm, ghost gun or defaced firearm (and ain’t none of them n~ggas ain’t on sh~t, thеy love dissin’ me)
or committing any felony offеnse regardless of the class of that felony (and i don’t even like n~ggas, i barely like rap, long live big drac, long live baby drac, f~ck the opps, brrt)

[verse]
since i got sn~tched and came back home, for blow, he want me to chill
like, “yeah, i know you get wild, but you too hard, go take og to the hills”
stop askin’ how i ain’t get hit, i caught the crowd and one of the four got k!lled (brrt, brrt)
these n~ggas done lost they mind, like f~ck your opinion on how i take my pills (f~ck your opinion, n~gga)
but i get confused ’cause they can’t rap, like, what, is he buyin’ them views? (your ass can’t rap)
you sayin’ my name like you gangster, you blow out the window, since when that sh~t got approval? (that sh~t ain’t cool)
plus i kit up hots and bump my jock, won’t stop me from goin’ to school
you post your every move, don’t think we ain’t watchin’, shark ‘nem blow out your fuse (gon’ catch your ass)
bounce out on a main, we tossin’ b~ttons in front of the jakes and sh~t (in front of the jakes and sh~t)
q50 swingin’ left to right, i’m knowin’ the d~ck boys hate this b~tch (i’m knowin’ the d~ck boys hate this b~tch)
keep givin’ the wrong vibes, won’t second guess, first mind, just face the b~tch (brrt)
we get in them joints and spin, we got three cars, now shark ‘nem racin’ sh~t (brr)
go back to my youngins, say f~ck this rap, i’m thinkin’ of just firin’ my strap (firin’ my strap)
lo’ dropped while i was booked, then i touched back, now they got a drac’ that’s black
we start it, then we finish it, ain’t no pausin’, shark ‘nem want your hat (want your sh~t)
up high in the universe, want my key to the streets, you dumb, we ain’t playin’ jacks (we don’t play no jacks)
and for my big brother, i lost my sh~t, can’t count how many got they ass touched (brrt)
get off so fast, when we on your ass, bump drac’, i bet your ass gon’ duck
keep touchin’ goofies, you don’t get no brownie points, ain’t shark, i don’t give no f~ck (he ain’t one of mine)
anything with mines, that sh~t got handled, the older heads even know what’s up
we got your lo’, now i dot that door, watch how we lay your ass on foot (we gon’ lay your ass down)
adrenaline rushin’, drac’ like the russian, we checked that page, he checked for sure (yep)
just fallin’ and duckin’, no bl!ckin’ back, this every time, we blow that the most (yep)
i be too nervous, i’m quick to toss, i’m throwin’ before lil noonie get doored
this gen shoot more than once, it’s no such thing as runnin’ (ain’t no runnin’)
ain’t no duckin’ and divin’, i’ma split your sh~t up in half before you can duck it
i done chased a n~gga so long, got back on the h, my shirt was musty (my shirt was musty)
i got a brother that’s five feet, but’ll get 6’5″ if a n~gga touch me
we on that car, too much tint, they bend back around, then it’s a green (brrt)
somethin’ like laser quest, you pull down on me too fast, that’s twenty beams (don’t hit this b~tch wrong)
his first day out the ‘spital, i called his phone, he said them nice things (nice things)
this lil’ b~tch blocked me, i was so fried, lowkey ain’t hear the phone ring (i was fried as h~ll)
it’s tight on, we in the trenches, if we ain’t really locked in, then he get slimed (he get slimed)
we get him together and wipe his nose, then block him before he can call cryin’
they dropped the lo’, it’s time
brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt (brrt)
switch they sh~t, four deep, five times a week, we sit back, pressure applied (yeah)
lil steve goin’ live, ain’t blow his gun, he ran back to his ride (ain’t even blow that)
tadoe got caught offsides and they ain’t never get back when shh died (nope, nope)
he tried to bend the 4, he ain’t do it right, so buddy got hit in the eye (brrt)
and for that sl!ck that he did, the same week, got his brother fried, brrt
[outro]
long live big drac, n~gga, long live baby drac, f~ck the opps, n~gga
and we still post up and we do sh~t
literally, on my cousin
his sh~t, we on it daily

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