MB2 ft. WB Nutty Lyrics

If I can make this bitch blush, I can get this bitch to stuff

You gotta call my bluff, otherwise you actin' tough

Nigga, you ain't buy' not one ticket, you ain't take me to the bus

Slept on a air matress & the floor to get it up

If your ice ain't bright, go ahead and put it up

Caught a case in the O for dope, I beat it, look it up

Niggas was fuckin' up the cane, it's back right, I'm cookin' up

Bitch, put that phone down, make sure you lookin' up

You with a diamond in the rough, and I be livin' kinda rough

You got two kinda niggas, bitch, it's them, then it's us

If you knew what I knew, you'd make a killing selling cut

Next nigga cross me, I'ma cut his ass up

I kill the nigga that killed my brother, he could finally live it up

Every time you see me out, Nemo chain untucked

Got some shit on my hip, make a nigga hut-hut

If they bring somebody to me, I got a gram for the clucks

You gon get yo ass bust, I took a chance for this stuff

They just rap about it, they never rode with Nan on the bus

I got some shit that take a eight, no exaggerate

I give it to him like that, then I'ma catch a case

When you hear a boss talk, bitch, stay in your place

Lil' bitch name Anna Mae, I wanna eat the cake

Fresh out the slammer, they doubted me, they ain't had no faith

Now the rolls are up, notorious, long live the great

If I can make this bitch blush, I can get this bitch to stuff

You gotta call my bluff, otherwise you actin' tough

You ain't buyin' not one ticket, you ain't takin' me to the bus

Slap on the air mattress & the flow to get it up

If your ice ain't bright, go ahead and put it up

Caught case in the O for dope, I beat it, look it up

Niggas was fuckin' up the cane, it's back right, I'm cookin' up

Bitch, put that phone down, make sure you lookin' up

I don't think we all look good

Still workin' work, I ain't foolin

Nothin' but pain, I'm stuck in this game

Searchin' for fortune

Small town vet, mix the mutt with the pitt

Say this shit ain't a 10, this is raw, this gon' get it

250 grams, put it all in the bitch

Turn a one to a four, say it's all in the wrist

I done took long trips, tryna double up my cheese

Good relationships with him, they'll never say its me

Keep got a hundred G's, tryna rock his ass to sleep

Make a raw sale, throw the shit on the beat, yeah

Push up on me, nigga, flip somethin

One phone, every sack, nigga, six summin

Time dry, I'm the one that get that bitch comfy

Rush hour, china white, nigga, Chris Tucker

Show me if you love me, shoot em there and back

I was dodging overdose's way before a nigga rapped

I charged a little extra and it's still the same batch

Send a bitch down the way wont pay her till she make it back

If I can make this bitch blush, I can get this bitch to stuff

You gotta call my bluff, otherwise you actin' tough

You ain't buy not one ticket, you ain't takin' me to the bus

Slept on the air mattress & the flow to get it up

If your ice ain't bright, go ahead and put it up

Caught a case in the O for dope, I beat it, look it up

Niggas was fuckin' up the cane, it's back right, I'm cookin' up

Bitch, put that phone down, make sure you lookin' up

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