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nast b – g19 lyrics

[intro: no savage & nast b]
aye nast
what up bro?
what it do n+gga?
mob, aye jourdan, you gotta turn this up on this one right here
we don’t give a f+ck
i got juu on the beat too, haha
they ain’t a n+gga in this f+ckin’ rap game that’s gon’ play with either one of us in this sh+t, remember that
nast holdin’ that sh+t down in the md side and i got us

[chorus: no savage & nast b]
mob, can’t f+ck with a p+ssy or none of you fake n+ggas
uh, up with the drac’ he ain’t die that’s a [?]
just me and nast ’bout to go out the bay with it
i got to bring every glock to the a’ with me
nast and wop, he gotta stay with me
got to take bro and his men out of state with me
n+gga will die if a f+ck+n+gga play with him
he gotta die if a f+ck+n+gga play with me
glock 22 like my b+tch she gon’ lay with me
if cats on my d+ck they state tryna label me
most of you rap n+ggas really be make+believe
i heard bro got shot and i couldn’t breathe
n+gga on ig pokin’ sh+t that you shouldn’t see
stuck in the trap now i feel like i couldn’t leave
i put the switch on the back of a nineteen
[verse: no savage & nast b]
yeah, b+tch, you n+ggas be scared of sh+t of me
uh, i put that sh+t on his man, literally
dracos, vec’s and glocks, artillery
i ain’t on fake sh+t this here the real me
i got so many opps wanna k!ll me
drop off that stick, makin’ em’ feel me
i ain’t the n+gga them boys wanna deal with
i put a whole lot of work in this sh+t
i was grindin’ too hard man i couldn’t even switch fits
got back from cali’ i made me a quick flip
and this sh+t ain’t for kids, treat the ‘za like a bag of trix
if i go broke we gon’ go on a bunch of l!cks
i was fifteen i felt like i was 26
couldn’t do school i was more into takin’ risks
savage with me made a promise he wouldn’t miss
whippin’ the coke, strirrin’ that cake mix
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no rappers they be on g+y sh+t
uh, these lil’ b+tch+ass n+ggas be opp
5.56 sing louder than opera
balenci’ my b+tch so i put her in prada
she don’t get sh+t if she don’t act proper
i got a baby momma who’ll slober
she eat the d+ck until i start knoddin’
uh, uh, you must tryna get you a headshot
uh, come out the door i’m on point with a red+dot
7.62 blow his b+tch+ass dread back
how you gon’ spray at a n+gga who sprayin’ back?
f+ck all the wock’ n+gga i want some real act’
let him go down and i’ma get bro back
n+gga ducked me but he still can’t duck shots
wopo
uh, i’m tryna move forward i can’t go backward
this where i stay in the stu’ if i’m not in the booth then i’m puttin’ them bands in a mattress
i’m ’bout to tour all the world like a atlas
ready whenever i don’t need to practice
get money n+gga she say “i’m attractive”
watch for the snakes i be seein’ their tactics
[chorus: no savage & nast b]
mob, can’t f+ck with a p+ssy or none of you fake n+ggas
uh, up with the drac’ he ain’t die that’s a [?]
just me and nast ’bout to go out the bay with it
i got to bring every glock to the a’ with me
nast and wop, he gotta stay with me
got to take bro and his men out of state with me
n+gga will die if a f+ck+n+gga play with him
he gotta die if a f+ck+n+gga play with me
glock 22 like my b+tch she gon’ lay with me
if cats on my d+ck they state tryna label me
most of you rap n+ggas really be make+believe
i heard bro got shot and i couldn’t breathe
n+gga on ig pokin’ sh+t that you shouldn’t see
stuck in the trap now i feel like i couldn’t leave
i put the switch on the back of a nineteen

- nast b lyrics

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