Aint hit shit (feat. Ft Nmbd tayy & Ft Nmbd Keyy)

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NMBD DOLO

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No they ain't hit shit No they ain't hit shit
No they ain't hit shit
Ayy, these niggas wanna spend they cent and shots but they ain't hit shit
If I come be your block then I'm gon' hit it with these wrist sticks

He threw your ways long they choppin' cheese we call him Christmas
My brother keep his two league, I did that slow he stay grippin
Nigga, how you want some pressure but your wife can't take a lesson
He to stay off of your lane so don't get put up on the stretcher

Nigga, I done took my L's and I bound back I made it better
I be jiggin' in that pussy, I go deep and she get water
I done flipped her on the floor but now I want her on the dresser
That pussy be so tight but girl that head be grippin' better

He to keep you by my side just like this fuckin' Liberetta
I ain't perfect, bae, so no you cannot be my Cinderella
We can grind but four for four but no we can't be seen together
I ain't creepin', bae, cause I don't like to lurk in anywhere

These niggas creepin' for that cheddar so I'm clutchin' on my matters
Hangin' out like 9 to 5, I won't die young, not in my eyes
I know some niggas from the clique who be so quick to come and slide
No need to ask no fuckin' questions, just learn to spin before you slide

And if you beefin' with me, nigga, don't gon' mention him I got
Cause chase your fame and get you cropped, I had your family askin' why I'm God
In my eyes I be quick to kill a bitch, paranoid forever clutchin
Boy, I'm known for tone blitz, try some shit I get you gone from around this bitch

Good precision, I got aim and I promise I won't miss
Got no love for no nigga, got no love for no bitch
Man, they say they fit with ya, but that shit be counterfeit
I'm on the road to the riches, I'm tryna get my mama rich

And if you catch me wearin' fur, that's my drug dealin' fit
And if you see me on the road, I'm on some drug dealin' shit
And I always got my pole, I'm on some thug niggas shit
Niggas hatin' like some hoes, I buy hard, no D-rolls

I be sellin' all the gas and I be sellin' all the lodes
Niggas see me tuck they pole, keep it with me, not for shows
It's my outfit, I'ma blow, taste some cheese, knock the hoes
And then B.B. them the bro

I like money, make a mix, I remember hitting licks
Now I'm tryna get rich, tryna get some zilch
Tryna go and flip it to a brick
Many niggas got corona, cause I make these niggas slick

I'll spend that shit on you, but I ain't no fuckin' trick
What my brothers say, nigga, that's that drug dealin' fake
Ain't no BD with a gang, in this city we get lit
You run a wrong up on the gang, we gon' pop you like a zit

Nowadays it's grind for grind, back then it was lit for lit
We was catchin' on them pistols, we was clutchin' on the sticks
Many ride shit different, all these hoes tryna take a pic
I'm the youngest in the trap, but I ain't like white boy Rick

In and out of cars, nigga, I was tryna catch a fix
If you up and bitchin' grits, I was thuggin' sense of jits
Tuck on down with my brothers, I ain't never gon' switch
I got junkies fiendin' for this pack, they beggin' for a fix

But I stay with my pole, til I leave low and steezy
You better think with your brain, run a wrong, you gettin' hit
This fire, it's steamin' hot, need a cooler kit
Everyday I'm hustlin', nigga, nigga, me out here doin' this

Let em' run a wrong, I'ma step back and hit a switch
Let em' run a wrong, I'ma step back and hit a switch

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