Nëøn! ft. Syan! Lyrics

(Dat was real gay my nigga… CUT DAT OUT!)

Yea, (Ok, ok)

Yea, yah, (Ok, ok)

Yea, yea, (Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok)

I got the choppa, these niggas they pussy, yeah

Ron, he a lame, know these niggas not feelin' ya

Lack on yo bitch, if you screw up im stealin' her

Glock on my hip, like banana im peelin ya

Hop on the beat, and you that im killing uh

Cut that bitch off, cause she know im not feelin her

(Ok, ok, ok)

DS, no these niggas not feeling us

Free S, no these niggas not killin' us

Free Yams, know these niggas not rich as us

Free Yam, out the gate he was killin stuff

Free bank, know you niggas cant deal with us

He lame, no that nigga cant sit with us

I got the glocky its all in my lap

My nigga you trippin you owe me like fifty bucks

Me and my niggas you kno that we teaming up

We pacing the beat and yall niggas aint keepin up

Walk wit dat heater im keepin da semi tucked

AP my bullets they hittin juss like a truck

Flex with the step so i keep me a strap

Im keepin it fluffy i bucket my hat

Talkin bout me but you speakin on cap

My nigga you hatin cuz you is not one of us

Automatic, automatic Ruger

Extendo clips and rulers

You is not no shooter

You be beefin on computers

Hop in the whip skrrt off right in the minivan

Flashback to the future

Yo shawty she watchin i think that she is a fan

Cuz she kno im cooler

I see the bag and i gotta go run it up

I remember i was beggin for twenty bucks

Put on my niggas now all of my niggas up

Sunday my fun day we pull up in tonka trucks

Shawty she asking like "How do I do it?" i hop on the track and i tell em to turn me up

I live in the boof and i die for the truth

And if you not with it my nigga yo time is up! (Ok, ok, ok)

DS, no these niggas not feeling us

Free S, no these niggas not killin' us

Free Yams, know these niggas not rich as us

Free Yam, out the gate he was killin stuff

Free bank, know you niggas cant deal with us

He lame, no that nigga cant sit with us

Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok (haha yea)

I got the choppa, these niggas they pussy, yeah

Ron, he a lame, know these niggas not feelin' ya

Lack on yo bitch, if you screw up im stealin' her

Glock on my hip, like banana im peelin ya (Yea, Yea)

Hop on the beat, and you that im killing uh

Cut that bitch off, cause she know im not feelin her

(Woah, yea)

Yea, Ok, Ok, (Woah, woah)

Yea, yah, Ok, Ok,(Yuh, yah)

Yea, yea, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok (Thank You Joey! Yea, yea)

(Automatic, automatic Ruger

Extendo clips and rulers

You is not no shooter

You be beefin on computers

Hop in the whip skrrt off right in the minivan

Flashback to the future

Yo shawty she watchin i think that she is a fan

Cuz she kno im cooler)