don't lack - nitonb lyrics
[intro: sz]
uh-uh
ngang!
n-ggas know, n-ggas know
[hook: sz]
flip the pack and then make that cash
see the opps but them man just dash
ain’t on nothing, them man just patts
love the tings so them man just chat
been ’round there tryna turn man pack
pray for your bro, hope he don’t get whacked
don’t go o ’cause might not come back
on the ride, make sure you don’t lack
been round there, you get splashed or dashed
bro, t was moving all w-ss
hit my man with his own shank
anywhere gang hop-out and crash
put your hands on my brothers, mad
n-ggas talk about getting bands
where’s your house, come round with that scram
ride every time, we don’t need no plan
[verse 1: nitonb]
couple n-ggas got sticks like grandad
big blade backed out from my man bag
see me roll wit’ a n-gga wit’ a backpack
no hesitation, man slap that, yo
come to your block and bill it
no burger ting but gang fill it
no burger ting but man’s dishin’ dishin’
i flew up cunch and went missin’
you was in your room just chillin’, billin’
more interested in women
beef us, are you kiddin’?
mind who you’re dissin’
back out my shank start twitchin’
tell cats don’t jook him on an opp boy down, they’re good the long distance
p-ssio eediyat, bruv, we turned victim
fifty nitts, that’s what a man’s grippin’
go through your top, your top it gets whippin’
t-shirt bl–dy, bl–dy it’s all drippin’
tell man, “shut up, f-ck arff, stop snitching”
them boy run arff, run arff like chicken
and i remember that day, being played by my b-lls and that then my shank got christened
caught my man on the mains, straight up dipped him
[hook: sz]
flip the pack and then make that cash
see the opps but them man just dash
ain’t on nothing, them man just patts
love the tings so them man just chat
been ’round there tryna turn man pack
pray for your bro, hope he don’t get whacked
don’t go o ’cause might not come back
on the ride, make sure you don’t lack
been round there, you get splashed or dashed
bro, t was moving all w-ss
hit my man with his own shank
anywhere gang hop-out and crash
put your hands on my brothers, mad
n-ggas talk about getting bands
where’s your house, come round with that scram
ride every time, we don’t need no plan
[verse 2: sz]
grab the mash and just bang it
them man chat but them man just dashin’
ain’t on nuttin’, them man just chattin’
come round ‘ere, get your head back mashin’
and my brosdem get to splashin’
trackie and gloves, we don’t wear that for fashion
they trap, rap but don’t get no cash in
rlk, i said that with a p-ssion:
my n-ggas built brilliant lives
and my n-ggas done brilliant hits
and these n-ggas just talking loads
when they get caught they scream like a b-tch
and my n-ggas just lurking hard
that’s how we caught my man at his crib
and his bredrin ran, left him, forgot the bro code, silly dumb kid
man’s been on the block from young, when it’s f-ck the older they can bunned
f-ck age, when you fl!ck a fifteen, when i see your big bros them man still run
that’s your girl, man skeet on her tongue
don’t try me man i’m not the one
see my man, the whip can get spun
rlk, don’t say that for fun
got splashed in his leg
and his bro’s ‘dem let that happen
and his n-gga got got in his face
and his bro’s ‘dem just start dashin’
and his n-gga got caught at his gaff
man, you already know what happened
how you keep left your friend?
for real, them man need to pattern
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