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nsc boonie - cody 1.5 lyrics

[intro]
they probably think we ba+all

[verse 1: nsc boonie]
hammer hit him in his back, 223. for your ‘cat
yeah, they probably we think p+ssy ’cause they threw that sh+t on pat
call that boy raphael, ’cause he hangin’ with a rat
i might hit his block up in a monkey suit, since i got so many tats
we don’t do no 1o1’s, do i look like kyla pratt?
n+ggas leave me at the crib, ’cause i don’t know how to act
styrofoam full of ac’, dunk a 50. like a shaq
i ain’t work at the mcdonalds, but i serve that boy a mac
750 for my sneakers i don’t wear ’em ’cause they wack
n+ggas actin’ like they love me, they just wanna do a track
[hook]
i done came home turnt, they like “tone, f+ck the city up”
ain’t no baby momma drama, drop a 4 in my sippy cup
do the dash outta town, i ain’t tryna give them giffies up
all my dope straight drop, half a gram wakin’ whitney up
hammer hit him in his back, 223. for your ‘cat
yeah, they probably we think p+ssy ’cause they threw that sh+t on pat
call that boy rafael, ’cause he hangin’ with a rat
ima hit his block up in a monkey suit, i got so many tats
i done came home turnt, they like “tone, f+ck the city up”
ain’t no baby momma drama, drop a 4 in my sippy cup
do the dash outta town, i ain’t tryna give them giffies up
all my dope straight drop, half a gram wakin’ whitney up

[verse 2]
these n+ggas don’t want no beef with me
break the brick down equally
poppin’ perkies everyday got me sick, like i’m eazy+e
ima walk that n+gga down, with my mask, tell ’em “trick or treat?”
ima walk that n+gga down, with my mask tell him “trick or treat?”
man these rap n+ggas trash, i ain’t flexin’ for the industry
i just popped a bunch of e’s, now i feel like i’m in tennessee
when i made my first thirty, n+ggas actin’ like they kinemies
ima run off on my plug, if this n+gga keep on spendin’ me
hammer hit him in his back, 223. flip your skat’
when that metal get to poppin’, they gon’ call me bernie mac
when them bodies get to droppin’, they gon’ give me thirty flat
heard the feds on my head, i don’t really know ’bout that
[outro]
ima hit him in his hat, huh, double back
lil bro call me cody, yeah, my brother, yeah, thats zack
got the traps all jumpin’, 34 want the cat

- nsc boonie lyrics

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