Na Na Na

Na na na na na
Fool you got
Caught slippin
Put the pistol to your face
Don't let this be no murder case

You don't really want no problem with a G like me
Born and raised in the city, known as the sucka free
Take a trip to the hunter's court and get yo ass blast
This shit is getting drastic

Light a blunt, and pass it
I need that cash inside my hand cause I don't play that shit
Grew around my uncle Mac, told me get it out a bitch

Work until the break of dawn
Gotta get my hustle on
Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits
The muscle movin' strong, ho

Na na na na na
Fool you got
Caught slippin
Put the pistol to your face
Don't let this be no murder case

I'm in the El Co with tinted windows
Blowing the endo
Bumping Nickatina, Conversations With The Devil, hoe
(Na na na na na)

Fool you got
Caught slippin
Put the pistol to your face
Don't let this be no murder case

Greased up, G'd up, loced out, smokin' on that fountain mane
2 bricks, 2 licks, 2 flips
Better rake em' off this, mane
Who this, punk bitch who think she can run up off the lips?
Raise the mac off my hip And I'm out here dumping shit, hoe

Na na na na na
Fool you got
Caught slippin
Put the pistol to your face
Don't let this be no murder case

Ramirez

Na Na Na

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