Barnes & Noble ft. CTB Nick Lyrics

Back in them old days, I had a dark cloud

I don't think niggas can walk any miles in my shoes, I'm back down

Back when my life wasn't hittin' on shit for a minute and I walk with a big frown

Now all them old haters turn to new fans, niggas know that I got the crown

I got a new walk, a new sound, I'm proud of that

I got that bag talk, my bitch bad, and I like that

Niggas doin' all that rah-rah and honestly I don't write back

If I go stupid then get on my bully, these niggas gon' fold and fight back

Cause I'm like that

Still Rico spittin' true crack, ain't no question that the truth back

And V2 is a real pack, shit hittin' like some good thrax

Make a rapper wanna pay a stu tax

If you wanna see a dead boy, listen to Chacon, that's any track

Look, call me if you truly wanna see

What the cash can do for you and me

Niggas die from thinking shit sweet

Rico make you get up out your seat

Talk to me quick, not slick

My Spanish hoes call me Big Rick

Even though a nigga short as shit, I watch his baby mama take the tip

Slatt say he got a full clip, if a opp mouth get flip

Like your mama, we gon' get the switch, spank your block, till it shit and piss

Niggas might as well just quit, I'll never stop talkin' shit

Walk a beat then walk you down, fuck with me you sleepin' in the pit

Fuck with me, you sleepin' in the pit

Slatt say he got a full clip, if opp mouth gettin' flip

Talk to me quick, not slick

My Spanish hoes call me Big Rick

Even though a nigga short as shit

Spank your block till it shit and piss

But I won't tell your secrets

Go in, Nick

I was a nigga quick to hit a lick

You was a nigga talkin' bout a bitch

Heads droppin' bro be off the shits

I walked in the label with a stick

Twelve called the clown, just to trip me

My fans said start droppin' every week

I fell off, but I ain't caught a cliff

Because it's middle fingers to the dicks

I'm put a nigga on motion, he ain't livin' through everything and the nigga was short

Bro told me leave from the street shit and get to the building, cause we tryna go hit up a tour

I love my granny, my one and only, one of the only ladies with a heart so pure

Missin' they money, the muscle, I just was a shawty, that killin' had hurt to the core

You cannot call me, I probably declined

Ghosting bitches, ain't one of them times

Type a nigga, I ain't wining and dinin

I have em crazy, now she cryin' on mine

Sorry, I'm trolling, but niggas been dyin' and dyin

Get back at him, don't seem like he trying

Heck of a talker, I really don't buy it

You see, it's up, then it ain't no rewindin

He off a bar, he foldin'

I'm droppin' bars, I'm golden

Book me a show, I'm going, book it like Barnes & Noble

Like that nigga hard, he local

But fuck it, I'm hardly local

Reach for the stars, I'm focused

Bitch, I'm a star, that's noted

Nine on me, real rockets pocket watching

Get you popped, since you think you was Dillon

Intuition like a vision I left off a shot for a car like the shot clock ticking

You ain't the one, you be talkin' for bitches

Talkin' for clicks, you not that nigga

I had his cousin, come ask for a picture

Fucked on the sister, now she not his sister

See that up close, all of them niggas I'm callin' my brothers, sandbox shit

Niggas dead, fuck them niggas from there

Can't talk about us if your mans got hit

Me and my brothers, we closer than brothers

No other would be on our sandbox shit

Think she be yellin', but she missin' Royalty, holdin' me, baby, I might not hit

R-I-C-O, pop ya through your peephole

I don't speak no Espanol, but boy, you niggas pendejos

Can't just worry about freak hoes

When I'm stackin' my pesos

What the fuck is really love, for real, I felt you, J-Lo

Can't fake the funk, niggas talkin' till we pop the trunk

And I'm smokin' on some real runtz

Mama say I smell like twelve skunks

Opp niggas still speakin' out

Whole gang full of bitch punks

How you niggas ridin' five deep Just to get turned into five blunts