D.N.R ft. Stunnaa Lyrics

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Yeah

Priya

Di

Dia

Niggas be typin' and drawin' up tips

They pull up, they hop out, don't hide on no strips

Slidin' those back and that bitch get to rollin

Them niggas be bitches, break, bendin' and fold

They stay on the cell since you think they patrolin

Take the plug down if the nigga was holdin

81 in the field and I'm feelin' like Bolt

Can't fuck with no bitch, I heard shawty, she rollin

Been peeped the vibes, the nigga ain't jay

Meet the plug in a week, shawty, she thang

Caught a snake on my plate, shawty, get the reach

Take some seats from the tape, cut some good niggas, I had me a reach

Sharing some clothes, we talkin' for seats

All that work done, I guess it's for no reason

Got a new lane, got a new shit

You know that it's Hefe, I been out the mix

Roll up that opp, straight five in the sheet

It hit like it's Kiss

Call up bro, they need another one

How off this Kenny, he gone in a ditch

Streaming Fuck 12, they took money, missed

Step back from the three, like Mello, I swish

I call up my chemist, he dunkin' his wrist

They taxin' these niggas, I need that reset

Keep speakin' on shit, that nigga ain't bowin

Enjoy you, them perks for your auntie be shoutin

He was all on the searchers, you was duckin' and crouchin

Di

I ain't in this shit for no fans

A nigga like Hefe just need some hands

Make a play on the app, know I need it

Old murder, murder till they free the man

Niggas be typin' and drawin' them tips

They pull up, they hop out, don't hide on no strips

Slidin' loose, back in that bitch, get to roll

Them niggas be bitches, break, bendin' and fold

They stay on the cell, should you think they patrol

Hit the plug down if the nigga was ho

Eighty-one in the field and I'm feelin' like bold

Can't fuck with no bitch, I heard shawty, she rolled

That opp's outside, we gon' fuck up the street

He gettin' cold outside, we be towin' them heat

He ain't tryna slide, cause he stay on my tweets

I can look in his eye, I can tell if he a bitch

If this guy's just gon' die by the tweet

And I'm on the front line and I'm still goin' straight

And I'm breakin' the bench and I'm still on the track

He got hit in his head and then knocked off his cap

Free all my niggas, can't get that time back

Got that head on my back, I'ma put us on track

And I keep time spent, but it's time to go work

If I see you again, you get sent to your front

Niggas be typin' and drawin' them tips

They pull up, they hop out, don't hide on no strips

Slidin' loose, back in that bitch, get to roll

Them niggas be bitches, break, bendin' and fold

They stay on the cell, should you think they patrol

Hit the plug down if the nigga was ho

Eighty-one in the field and I'm feelin' like bold

Bitch, I heard shawty, she wrong

Me the plug in the week, shawty, she thank me

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