Yay.Nx - N.W.N.W

Unh, unh, unh, unh

Nigga what, nigga who, nigga yay
Break the blunt, roll the runt, to the face
Hunnit band, Tailiban, it ain't safe

Let me talk my shit

Nigga what, nigga who, nigga yay
Break the blunt, roll the runt, to the face
Hunnit band, Tailiban, it ain't safe
Contraband, Uncle Sam, get a taste

Chanel baggage off the Yves Saint Laurent
Baby say she love the smell of this Gucci cologne
Know that pretty lady choosin', she won't leave me alone
Baby, when I up the 40, I can't do nothin' wrong

You love money, I can tell, cause you constantly spend it
Shit, I really think my credit card does not have a limit
I be drinkin' CBD and mixin' up with the lemon
If I take a half a perc, I can moon walk on the ceiling

Yay, Sir Balenciaga, does the devil wear Prada
That birds skydive, I'm dancin' on it like I'm Sada
El Chupacabra, cause I'm the goat that will not die
That's on my mama, this fuckin' 40, make em' bye-bye

I do a drive-by, close range, I can't miss
Count the money in that bag, all pros off this lick
Shawty stupid, dumb bad, and that hoe can get hit
I got 30 Steph Currys, I just loaded in this clip, bitch

Nigga what, nigga who, nigga yay
Break the blunt, roll the runt, to the face
Hunnit band, Tailiban, it ain't safe
Contraband, Uncle Sam, get a taste

Nigga what, nigga who, nigga yay
Break the blunt, roll the runt, to the face
Hunnit band, Tailiban, it ain't safe
Contraband, Uncle Sam, get a taste

Written by:
Jayland Plummer

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