Dat Nigga ft. 410Justo Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Uh)

(Uh huh, yo)

(Oh yeah, yeah)

(Let's go, aye, let's go)

Think I'm living in a nightmare

Body feeling kinda cold

Head down to my toes

Frost bite, can't even feel my soul

Don't know why there's

All these niggas really close

Better not get stole

The price, for going down the road

Never fight fair

Claim that you the boldest one like I care

Temper of a 3 year old

You need a high chair

Following ya idol, suppose that is a mind flayer

Seem like everyone has one

So maybe I'm a psycho

Check my vitals I've stifled

I'm liable to get heated call me pyro

Don't bite hoe

Y'all eating off my work not a silo

You better watch ur tone

Get hit up like a high note, soprano

You soft than piano, what they saying bro

Can't understand nobody can handle dis

Animal goin Rambo, I'm rambling all my

Words like an egg so u better scram hoe oh

Your mouth should be zipped

Talking bout you the shit and I'm done smelling it

Never doubt I don't fuck witchu ain't celibate

Like a drought you are empty

Got nothing to give you know this

Keep up out my zone, gotta stay focused

Did this on my own if you don't notice

Get up off the throne, summon the locust

Like I became Moses the chosen

Do you know what real is

No blood on my hands but

Niggas say that I kill shit

Why you all up in ya feelings

Guess I'm on ya nerve

Cuz I get under like a drill bit

Have your fun as long as it last

Everything that comes soon will pass

Since you like to get around fast

Be prepared when I unleash the hounds on that ass

Make way for the real cuz we out here

Fakes made outta glass if I'm not clear

Times up for the bums who pretend they want some

Take a look in your eyes and it's all fear

Stay tryna compete can you give up

Probably gone in a week when the jig's up

You fool nobody guarantee cuz the

Last thing you'll ever be is dat nigga

Uh, aye, yeah

Shit crazy out here, it's Justo, yeah, yeah

Man fuck they talking bout brodie, yeah

Yo, feel like I'm living in a nightmare

Yeah, Man get they ass dummy

Feel like I'm living in a nightmare

All I'm seeing is blind stares

I'm well aware

And hope the rap game is prepared

For the massacre, disastrous

Me and bro taking off with dis shit

It ain't no catching up

Y'all whack as fuck

We ina lead no backing up

Coming for everybody

Sumthin like a rapture bruh

Veteran, so ain't no telling him he amateur

Stay with a p of supreme

Yeah I'm gassin up

Said hella dank up in my system

Too loud I cannot listen

You know a Nigga got bitches

Guap in his pocket tradition

Exotic yeah dats a given

Sippin lean it got me drifty

Only pouring tech I'm picky

Designer weed this shit sticky

Only real ones in my presence

So no you cannot sit with me

Need dem racks up in a bundle

I'm talking 100's and 50's

This rappin is everlasting

I'm trying get out the city

On the road to be the greatest

Just let me know if you with me

Do you know what real is

No blood on my hands but

Niggas say that I kill shit

Why you all up in ya feelings

Guess I'm on ya nerve

Cuz I get under like a drill bit

Have your fun as long as it last

Everything that comes soon will pass

Since you like to get around fast

Be prepared when I unleash the hounds on that ass

Make way for the real cuz we out here

Fakes made outta glass if I'm not clear

Times up for the bums who pretend they want some

Take a look in your eyes and it's all fear

Stay tryna compete can you give up

Probably gone in a week when the jig's up

You fool nobody guarantee cuz the

Last thing you'll ever be is dat nigga

Dat nigga, dat nigga

Dat nigga, dat nigga