tle cinco – fuck nigga lyrics
[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m deep like ten feet, ayy, ayy, ayy
spin on an opp, they won’t spin me, ayy
these n-gg-s really be friendly
all of these racks in my pants make me sag, got a ten piece
walk in, hit record
i’m makin’ hit after hit forward (let’s go)
havin’ this sh-t, i’m spoiled
glock in the air when i f-ck, i’m a thug (let’s go)
you really a b-tch, say that
broke -ss n-gg- livin’ paycheck to paycheck
i up the glock, i’ma spray that
i’m still the same n-gg- with charges, on tools since way back
we havin’ sticks like we arab
glocks with d-cks for the opps, they gon’ hit with they g-y -ss
i get you touched, you gon’ die, i don’t play tag
glock with the stick where my waist at
i’m hotter than fish grease (ayy)
name one beat i didn’t eat, ayy (huh, ayy)
i ain’t chasing no ho, that’s too much of my energy
i’ma do me, give a f-ck if they feeling me
[chorus]
talk tough online, lil’ n-gg-
that’s how f-ck n-gg-s die, f-ck n-gg-
no cap, i don’t tell no lie, f-ck n-gg-
these n-gg-s hatin’ ’cause my pockets and prices got bigger (let’s go)
no cap, no lie (no lie)
i got the glock, got the fire (got the fire)
pull on my block, he gon’ die
reach for my chain, n-gg-, why? you gon’ die if you try (on god)
no cap, no lie (no lie)
i got the glock, got the fire (i got the fire)
pull on my block, he gon’ die
reach for my chain, you know you gon’ die if you try (gon’ die if you try)
[verse 2]
let’s go (let’s go)
i got my wrist in the bowl (cook up)
both my wrists on froze
bust on the ho on first night, then the ho gotta go (lil’ sl-t)
i’m in the club with the pole
and these n-gg-s cap for sure, i know (i know)
all these hoes on go
book you a date, i swear they pack all on my shows
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
truckload sht forever, ayy
these n-gg-s really be jealous, ayy
’cause, b-tch, i’m hotter than leather, ayy
and, b-tch, i’m fly like propellors
high cl-ss stealth, spin your block for the h-ll of it (let’s go)
lockin’ sh-t down like i’m just crazy
i promise i’m only smokin’ exotic, can tell from the smell of it (ayy, ayy)
low price, can’t p-ss up (ayy, ayy)
chargin’ too much, then we stickin’ they -ss up
i’m high as f-ck, they can’t grab us (ayy)
i got a shock, when they see me, i’m stickin’ they hair up
hundred round drum, this b-tch beat like a snare drum
i could be broke, i’ma still keep the bear arm
i’ma keep the fire (let’s go)
i could be broke, i’ma still keep a bear arm
[chorus]
talk tough online, lil’ n-gg-
that’s how f-ck n-gg-s die, f-ck n-gg-
no cap, i don’t tell no lie, f-ck n-gg-
these n-gg-s hatin’ ’cause my pockets and prices got bigger (ayy, ayy)
no cap, no lie (no lie)
i got the glock, got the fire
pull on my block, he gon’ die
reach for my chain, n-gg-, why? you gon’ die if you try
no cap, no lie (let’s go)
i got the glock, got the fire (got the fire)
pull on my block, he gon’ die
reach for my chain, you know you gon’ die if you try
[outro]
die if you try
let’s go, ayy
i got my wrist in the bowl, ayy
these n-gg-s hoes, i know
book you a date, i swear they pack all of my shows, ayy
but my wrist on froze, ayy
but my wrist got gold, ayy
i’m havin’ hoes, you know
i’m havin’ rack after rack after rack, uh, ayy
i’m gettin’ this sh-t in, ayy
these n-gg-s really is sorry, they quittin’
i got the sh-t in
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