nifty b - gunpowder lyrics
[chorus: nifty b]
never threaten to shoot, if you don’t got a gun
might as well lay in your grave, get a clue
i rap for real, i don’t do this for fun
trap, tba, flow kape b out this drum
50 or 90, don’t care ’bout the k’s
no gun, no knife, chase they boy to the bank
just broke more than 41k
you are my barber, and i am ya’ cost
[verse 1: nifty b]
she f+ck with nifty, and that ho’ wanna f+ck
we cannot f+ck, and that b+tch outta luck
and i saw you was twerkin’ on n+ggas in clubs
the nypd coulda locked her ass up
30 inch drums, load it into the glizz
hottest white rapper, and n0body told me sh+t
i got a better b+tch, with some nice tits
she flew me out, i ain’t pay for sh+t
we visit mujeres, like wе in cancun
f+ck with the gangsters, we shakin’ thе room
she own toupée’s, her sh+ts better be blue
shocked in the deli, i know she immune
i’m tryna belly her up, no deuce
now she be buggin’ loaded hollows in clips
i cannot love her, saw her wit’ my bits
[chorus: nifty b]
never threaten to shoot, if you don’t got a gun
might as well lay in your grave, get a clue
i rap for real, i don’t do this for fun
trap, tba, flow kape b out this drum
50 or 90, don’t care ’bout the k’s
no gun, no knife, chase they boy to the bank
just broke more than 41k (ayy)
you are my barber, and i am ya’ cost (yuh, yuh, yuh!)
[verse 2: cris4rmimvu]
i caught that boy up in the back of the store
i had a toolie, that dumb n+gga fold’
shh got packed, and don’t n0body know
rippy got smoked by his opp, that’s me
i’m here wit’ nifty, don’t forget the b
try to f+ck wit’ me then you get the beats, don’t get caught slippin’ in rpt
he ain’t on field, cause he ain’t buy no cleets
dougie got shot in his leg, did him wrong
doing the dance, [?] dead, call his phone, nesty look bummy, lil bro got no clothes
40 inch knocka, rip right through a dome
too many deadies, who i’m finna smoke
smokin’ ray deady, got turned to a ghost
keep 2 g+locks, i cannot lose, walk in the club, and i’m covered in blue
[verse 3: chris4rmimvu]
they like, why you blue, n+gga i am a crip
i am a crip and i’m smokin’ jayrip
isn’t that crazy, we technically buzzin’s
but how many n+ggas i saw got hit?
c+hii, blay, jb, hit
i smoke the sev, cause they dead in my spliff
don’t do cash app, that’s wock sh+t
boa+k, send that straight to the zell
liftin’ the opps, sending tickets to h+ll
i bought lil nazzy to school for show and tell
bumpin’ kr in my car, hear it well, the last n+gga ran up, i casted a spell (grrah)
keep a 9 milly, no matter the cost
do him like virgil, get put on the post, hit a l!ck, just for my hood
i hate when n+ggas don’t claim what they rep (nif+tyyyyyy)
[chorus: nifty b]
never threaten to shoot, if you don’t got a gun
might as well lay in your grave, get a clue
i rap for real, i don’t do this for fun
trap, tba, flow kape b out this drum
50 or 90, don’t care ’bout the k’s
no gun, no knife, chase they boy to the bank
just broke more than 41k
you are my barber, and i am ya’ cost
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