Yvng Nuk - Thizzler Freestyle (feat. YxngDr3)

These nikkas kno I'm number one yea I kan tell you you are not ah factor
I kan go n make his homie bleed he betta Kall the pastor
Nikkas dumb he fightin over pussy luh bra uu kan have er
Kuz I be quick to ghost ah bitch somebody call up Casper
Yea it's pretty easy to stay up when you was neva down
Seen my old fiend sniffing white it turned eem to ah clown
You ain't neva swimmed w them sharks it almost made me drown
I had to tell my luh brotha not to hang around
You nikkas shady hatin øn yo ppl who you Kall yo brotha
Now I Kant make too big ah post or even tag my mother
Kant sleep at night dem dead nikkas try ta have me smothered
And why you frontin oh boy packs when you Kant get another
Like How you fronting oh boy pack you Kant get ah gram
How you still hangin w the nikkas that just robbed yo fam
Luh baby said she had ah man I'm finna lay eem down
N Ian sellin off ah zip kome ova kop ah pound
Growin up n realizing they ain't all ya friend
Some people use you while they kan n neva speak again
They might just pass you by walkin while they inna bendz
That's why it's fuxk ery nikka when I'm inna wind
Only me vs the world I put that øn my back
Nikkas keep øn postin they boy gun but neva up the strap
Nikkas ain't even gotta shirt but yet they gotta gat
Lil nikka focus onna future fuxk the "neva lack"
Told my brotha Iah get you straight put eem øn my baxk
Now I gotta go n make my bread I'm tryna bring ah staxk
Don't try ta talk to me unless it's speech about a saxk
We breedin soldiers for a war n Ian koo w dat
(yeaa its baby jay ah nah for real kome on)
I said we spinnin nikkas bendz we up the sco by 24
Nikkas ain't really got no motion nikkas out here really broke
556's go thru wood it go thru vest it go thru koat
If you play we spin yo bend n we gon up the sco by 4
Im really tryna spin ah bend n katch ah opp
Tell yo bitch give me some head and she always give that top
These nikkas aint on shit im really from the brixks
Winton Terrace raised if you diss den you gettin hit
You gettin hit wit fists you gettin fuxked up
Try ta survive these bullets out this gun nikka good luxk
I told luh baby im inna stu please do not disturb
Iah kome thur kreepin down yo bloxk like the fuxkin purge

Written by:
Dre S., Yvng Nuk

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