NAYY - On! (Wes Flow)

Nayy what the fuck?

They just be moving to funny
That 40 FN put a hole in his tummy
I walk in the trap got them hopping like bunnies
Wiping yo nose, like yo nose, it was runny
I don't know, what that boy thinking he on
We send that boy right back to where he belong
I been curling my money now im getting strong
Catch me a body, now im in the wrong
Yea
He getting shot like his name uncle ben
He at the crib, put a shot in his bed
Im on yo block, I wont leave till you dead
Close range shot, I got blood on my dreads
He acting funny like his name was ted
We hit a lick then we hitting the jets
Green on my body, ain't talking bout jets
They watching our phone so don't talk through the text

Im pushing the jag, Im keeping the tag
On all my jeans cause they cost me a rack
Im in my bag, Im in my duffle
G-lock, I bet it make that boy shuffle
He don't wanna scrap, he don't wanna tussle
We throw that boy over the rope, royal rumble
Im throwing the lob, I hope he don't fumble
Stick on my hip make that boy body crumble

Yea, Huh, Yea, huh
Oh, Woah, Yea, Ha
He wanna play
Shots to his face
Disposing the body, we leaving no trace

They just be moving to funny
That 40 FN put a hole in his tummy
I walk in the trap got them hopping like bunnies
Wiping yo nose, like yo nose, it was runny
I don't know, what that boy thinking he on
We send that boy right back to where he belong
I been curling my money now im getting strong
Catch me a body, now im in the wrong
Yea
He getting shot like his name uncle ben
He at the crib, put a shot in his bed
Im on yo block, I wont leave till you dead
Close range shot, I got blood on my dreads
He acting funny like his name was ted
We hit a lick then we hitting the jets
Green on my body, ain't talking bout jets
They watching our phone so don't talk through the text

Written by:
NaQuan White

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