Nomo Hiding Lyrics

Ooh, let me know somethin

Ooh, let me know somethin

Ooh, let me know somethin

Hit his chest, I made him fold, he ain't gettin' up

Make a bag outside, then I put the money up

Niggas talkin' like them niggas slid, but never stepped on none

I just put a beam on the Glock, that's a fancy gun

With no shoes on, guarantee I'ma step on some

Caught a opp with his pants down, he a sad nigga

Put him in a morgue, I get him gone, he a dead nigga

Hit him in his top and now he dumb, he a sped nigga

I can't even beef with them niggas, they ain't on nothin

You ain't got no stick, how the fuck you gon' slide on some

Pop a opp, nigga, in the dark, he won't see the sun

Baby girl freaky in the crib, she wanna eat my sons

Ain't no one of us with my niggas, bitch, we all slidin

Everyday slide through the ten, why y'all niggas hidin'

Fuck them niggas talkin' on the net, they for sure dying

Glock came with a green beam just like Draymond

He was talkin' crazy on the net, then that nigga died

Niggas said he slid on my block, but that nigga lied

Took a nigga bitch, I know he mad, cause this bitch mine

I just took my Glock on a date, cause that bitch fine

Outside lookin' for the opps, like, where y'all niggas at

Switch on the Glock, it's finna tap a hat

My nigga fuckin' with them things too, just like Cat in the Hat

Hit that nigga top, I took his soul, he ain't comin' back

Hit the bitch with some hardwood, like a lumberjack

In another state, ballin' hard, like, where the thunder at

Baby girl freaky as the fuck, she got a thundercat

I just slid on y'all niggas block, where y'all niggas at

Niggas ain't safe, ain't no mo' hiding, better duck yo hat

On the skit, I ain't bring my phone, cause that shit tack

Gen 5 with a built-in switch, pill your bald cap

I just hung up on the bitch, I ain't callin' back

Niggas said he talkin' bout some hoes, where the money at

Glock hit his stomach, make him shit, now his stomach flat

Told that nigga, say it, with your chest, what you on, Jack

Nigga mad as hell, I took his stick, get your pole back

In the crib, she just took my soul, get my soul back

Told that nigga, we can make a band, where your phone at

Talkin' on the net, like, you tough, I don't condone that

He said, he gon' kill me, I just laugh, why you on that

Caught him outside, I got the ups, he ain't blow his blick

Pop a opp nigga, then I fuck around and fuck his bitch

You niggas never ever had a bag, it don't make sense

Lil' bro down on his dick, he can't pay his rent

Lil' bro done fucked that one bitch, he got a burnt dick

Tired of niggas talkin' like they tough, they never hurt shit

Hit him in his top, his eyes wide, he look like Durk and shit

Pop a nigga all up in his mouth, make him taste the blick

So many choppers chillin' in the crib, this a Rambo scene

On stage, makin' all these hits like I'm CeeLo Green

Hit that nigga body with the chop,and make his neck lean

I just poured a four in the crib, then I went to sleep

I just caught a opp outside, made him rest and pee

I just cooked up in this bitch with no recipe

Lil' bro steady talkin' tough, why you testin' me

Slide on him, tap that one button, that's a switch glock

Spin up on a opp, get him gone, get his head popped