New Nina Lyrics

Mr. Get Right on the beat, Bitch

Never one to trip in the presence of a bad bitch

Treat her like she's average, then I smoke some cabbage

My new nina singing like she's tryna win a pageant

And I tote the burner thought a nigga was a black smith

Call us cigarettes cause we will straight kill you

You must be sight or sound cause my niggas they don't feel you

Merk you just like mildew, banana clips will peel you

Think my niggas won't, but all of them will do

Do it for the money, leave a fuck nigga bloody

Kill you and your buddies cause a nigga too nutty

No prints in the dirt that's word to silly putty

Hitman for hire day and night Kid Cudi

Off with your head when we poppin' the lead

On to the case then the cops wind up dead

Tossed in the shed, do what the boss says

My tech just told me on God I need rest

Feelin' myself when I step in the buildin'

Killers be killin' stackin bodies to the ceiling

Ceelo Green its fuck you with those feeling

If I got rich I'd still be dealing

Been real my whole life and I put that shit on Jesus

Homicide hate me cause we killin' for no reason

Make a million dollars and my niggas still be fiending

Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing

Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing

Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing

Taylor on the beat bitch

Aye Taylor fuck with me