NFE Gee - Classical (feat. S-Quiar)

Hello there good sir
Ahhh and hello to you too good sir
Ha Ha Ha
All right!
Lets give this a whirl shall we
And a one, two, three and
Niggas want smoke pull up I ain't no bitch
Glizzy pre heated get it popping like a zit (Popping like a zit)
Mans think his shit talk really gon stick
Still giving bad ass bitches good dick
I'm like damn
She look like she came goody wrapped from hallmark
Hitting first
Second base
Pussy out the ball park (Pussy out the ball park)
Driving in a bumblebee I never let the car park
Sam Witwickey still looking for the all spark
One shall stand nigga one shall fall (One shall fall)
Bullet to the chest falling harder if he tall (Tall)
Transform on these bitches like a boss
Get a cross cause I pray you don't get stitches from the sauce
I just like the shawtys with a tude and a fatty cake
Clapping like an audience in nude playing patty cake
Bitch gon turn the lights off in the room and do the baddie shake
I just told her shut the fuck up bitch and do what daddy say
I'm about to go off bitch just let me count to three (Count to three)
First I start with one then go to two then end with three
Bitch (Uh)
Niggas wannabes tryna live up to their idols
Living on their knees till they fucking suicidal (Fucking suicidal)
Try to steal my ID bitch I'll hit you with a libel
I'm a copyrighted nigga my shit written in the Bible (Written in the Bible)
Live until I'm seventy then I can get a shovel (Shovel)
Can't be too competitive I do the hustle shuffle (Woo)
I can't take a break I never do sabbaticals
I like to keep it classy drop a beat and make it classical (Make it classical)
Two carat weight drop a grip and make it double (Double)
Shawty so thick ass can jiggle like a bubble
Duffle bag big gotta hit the Fustal shuffle
Aw damn I need a synonym for duffle (Uh)
Big bag shit loaded
Didn't just blow up
Exploded
VVS on my neck like Olaf
I'm frozen
Shits noticed (Yup)
You step out of line that's noted (Bitch)
Eating pixie sticks won't help
Don't coat it (No)
You is not brodie
Please do not test me imma war machine nigga
All facts I'm Rhodey (I'm Rhodey)
Big guns
Only big guns that's toted
This graphite
Nah its lead it draw quick
All these lyrics I spit
Really have me in my shit
I never heard a nigga say I ain't even wrote it
Lil bitch I used to know had hit me on the gram
Said she missing this dick
How she ain't even rode it (Huh)
Niggas think they've heard bout all I got
Or my best
Talking bout my best
How I ain't even showed it (Ha)
Now I got the ball
All this shit is hit or miss
I already know I'm boutta make it
How I ain't even float it
That lil bitch she got demoted (Sorry)
Tell them niggas where they throw it
Nukes getting sent like shit
I'm Potus
Sitting on some hits while sitting with my bitch
I'm distracted she here smelling like some rose
Fuck it
Imma put a load in
Samsung deep wash
Throated (Mmm)
Tricks on her
Big booty bitch
Ass bloated
Pass her like test right back to my brodie
I can make a bun then give half to my brodie
I give back to my brodie's (Here)
No I'm not selfish
Show you what I can do you think a nigga fucking helpless (Bitch)
Chicken Ramen
Stop beefing niggas you Shell less
Glizzy for speakers speaking that overzealous shit
Made the money right and it's working
So I ain't selling shit (Nope)
L you caught a body let's hide him
Boy I ain't telling shit (So)
He was bout to speak so you had to just blow his melon quick
Bro let's leave the scene fore we caught up all in some felon shit (Go)
Big shots
We ain't fucking scared we take big shots
Zip lock
Tied that loose end
Got his hit box
Big thot
Dancing at the crib
She on Tik Tok
Big Glock
Shot it off too much it's in gridlock
Ha Ha Ha

Written by:
Langhston Smith, Zion Smith

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