Ya Dawg ft. Gunna Stupid Lyrics

Fuck, that Nigga hard man

I can't do my shit

What, fucked up

Melo with the hoodie on

Talk my shit, Bitch ass Nigga

Eat a Nigga dick

#NOLABoYBeatz

Watch what ya say

Ya not know who we are

Gunna, the sharpshooter

I ain't talking Cameras

You should peep the way I move

I should be dancing with the stars

Plus, I really drip sauce

I'm a real label whore

Sick with the delivery

Pen & paper

It's sick with me, like

Give me mine

Literally, mentally

Tired the silly string

Freshes nigga walking

Bitch, my shadow look important

I'm too nice with this shit

I gave respect to my aroma

Come tighter than Under Armor

These verses worser than comas

I body bag my opponent

You pick em, I bet he garbage

You hear me in dat Ferrari

Ain't no key to auto-start me

I give em smoke when I'm started

Play my position, Can't guard me

Got a all around performance

Check out the way they performing

See I been the shit

Still the shit

My toilet overflowing

Give me a second

Counting my blessings

Lean Got me stretching

Fuck what you heard, like your eardrum congested

Don't come with extras

Beat the beat up in pressure

The ruler, But they don't measure

Ding, ding

School in session and guesser

Who the professor?

25 & I ain't talking lighters on the dresser

Yes sir

(Sincerely, NOLA Bitch)

Easy, star

You not know who we are

Welcome you to me

Have a seat

Peep the bars

I'ma eat

You gon' see

Guess I need caviar

Made the beat

Fuck a fee

Where the trees

Grab a gar

This one for my dogs

I've been getting all my checks with

Pray you never dead

Hold your head like a necklace

Waiting on me to fall off ?

Better not hold your breath,

Bitch

Bitches I don't mess with

Guess they on my guest list

Hoes, than got old

I am so on my next shit

Bullshit for the birds

That's my word

Bet I kept it

Oh & I can't forget

I'ma leave them niggas pissed if I ain't the shit

I'm the one you niggas follow

Picasso, I paint the pic

And they waiting

I'm on vacation

Now tell me I ain't a trip

Look

Been paid dues

And made moves

Off the couch Shit

Outfit & the shoes

Made the plays & the news

Mya Shari, camera crews

Caught the blues & the views

How can I lose ?

Say goodbye

It's a vibe

Light a mood & a Kool

BoY

Sincerely, NOLA Bitch