a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

nuk - soxial distanxe lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatshit)
ayy
bgg shit
no cap

[verse 1]
i just hit three yellowbones today, they my red tings
they know we out there cuttin’ all that ice like we the red wings
yeah, know we the red team
i can’t hit lil’ brodie with no brick ’cause he’s like red kis
my cousin dee all about his money, but he hitman
told my bitch i’m stuck steppin’ in dog, that shit like quicksand
you won’t see me shittin’ on my niggas, they they own boss
all dog, but we’ve been flippin’ quarters like a coin toss
hope you can save your gang
on the seven like i’m bulletproof, but i ain’t damon wayans
i be sеrvin’ country, hate niggas, could’ve ‘came mckanе
i be at the brib with all these hundred, could’ve ‘came a maid
i love all my boss bitches too, let’s go get cake then
they know i get my sack off on that line like michael strahan
it’s a difference between me and niggas ’cause these ain’t props
how you niggas stuck on microwaves and i got eight pots?

[chorus]
let’s be more specific
boy, it’s still some more money out there, nigga, i can’t social distance
i love sellin’ girl ’cause that bitch fight just like she oprah winfrey
i ain’t findin’ love in you hoes, it ain’t no choice but remy
how you sellin’— and you can’t tell me what an ounce weigh?
i’m just tryna add up all my heads just like it’s countin’ day
i can’t save my cup, but it’s triple what your ounce take
ain’t no army nigga, but when i text her, it’s about face
[verse 2]
they ain’t got no chance smellin’ this brick because i wrap with call
yeah, you cuffin’ hoes, but you cuff hoes that i might rap for all
my bitches know i got a lil’ pape’, that’s why i might go loft
before the ‘cat, we was racin’ chips, but we ain’t microsoft
if it ain’t dog, beans or the girl, i know that isotol
my hoes know i double every flip, look at the life i bought
heard a nigga speakin’ on my name, that’s when his lights go off
you still talkin’ ’bout a hundred k, bro, that’s a micro+vault
catch me fuckin’ up a check, got another run to catch
better have some cash, ’cause you can’t trade me for the sub you checks
my plug, he clearly canadian, i love québecs
my bitch say i fell asleep countin’, that’s that mud effect
it’s because i count up all this pape’, that’s why i love the pack
my bitches wanna sit it on my lap and say, “have fun with that”
they know we flood the trap, that’s why these niggas run our numbers back
you see with an axe, it ain’t for wood, i ain’t no lumberjack
i just wanna see these niggas’ blood, i’m like, “fuck the bag”
brodie got a l, he wanna leave him with a pumpkin mask
how you think you hoppin’ on my run? boy, i can’t fuck with that
you probably only sold a quarter brick, we hit the bus with that

- nuk lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS