Nebula Lyrics

Met a lil bad ass bitch in the telly

Gas on strong, but you know you can smell it

My nigga died and you know that I felt it

That nigga got me out of my depression

Fuckin' hoes from different cities

When you throwin' ass on me, don't fuck up my Balencies

AR got double D titties

Hit the lil' bitch from the back, she said Can you come with me? My gang, we turn up the city

Bad ass bitch from Miami, she callin' me pretty

Stay with some hunnids and fifties

Whole gang go ten, so don't do no missin'

B5 be up on the blicky

Jojo passin' me some Henny

If we gon' turn up, we turn to the ceiling

My niggaa real with the shit, so please don't do no dissin

Free my uncle at the system

Free G5 up out the system

Fuck my sister, baby daddy That niggaa ain't doin' shit when I see him, I'm blitzin' him

I got liquor in my system

I miss my great grandma dinner

Niggaa talkin' all that shit

Only time it's on Twitter

Only the youngin, but we taking over yo ass better listen

K-Subi on my denims

Same hoe, different winter

Lord knows I'm a sinner

Tryna be the breadwinner

Look, mama, I got bigger

Steppa died, I got sicker Boy, you know that we miss you

Whole gang pressin' issues Swimmin' in sharks like the fish do

You ain't gettin' no money, but be cool

Hold on, get it right back

Fuckin' your hoe, then we sendin' her back

Ridin' around 100 shots in the Mac

Niggaa won't smoke, then we standin' on that

Y'all bringin' plays to us in that facts

Nigga won't play, then we aim at his neck

Fuck on the hood, bitch, he stay in a rack

Nigga won't smoke, we can go hat for hat

Met a lil bad ass bitch in the telly

Gas on strong, but you know you can smell it

My nigga died and you know that I felt it

That nigga got me out of my depression

Fuckin' hoes from different cities

When you throwin' ass on me, don't fuck up my Balencies

AR got double D titties

Hit the lil' bitch from the back, she said Can you come with me? My gang, we turn up the city

Bad ass bitch from Miami, she callin' me pretty

Stay with some hunnids and fifties

Whole gang go ten, so don't do no missin'

B5 be up on the blicky

Jojo passin' me some Henny

If we gon' turn up, we turn to the ceiling

My niggaa real with the shit, so please don't do no dissin

Please don't do no dissin

Only the Youngin