Lethal Weapon - Nef The Pharaoh, Slimmy B

Ah, wah

Mmh, ah

Ah, wah

DTB on the beat, that’s bro

And I still ain’t never heard of what you claimin', nigga

Lil' richer, but I’m still gon' be the same nigga

Neffy always with a heifer like I’m Rocko

I’ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco

Whole body inked up like a vato

Give a fuck about a bitch 'cause we pop hoes

Every day I’m in these streets like a pothole

All sticks, I can’t tell you what the stock hold

Your baby mama suckin' dick 'til she snot-nosed

My dogs barking, I’m rocking Givenchy slip-ons

I’m the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone

And you the type to go on dates and take the bitch home

I’m the type to bring some nigga mom home

Get smacked if your ass acting macho

5'7″, leave a tall nigga 5'4″

In the field choppin' shit like a lawnmower

Ever since I got that check, I got a lot of bling

Blue cheese, I think I’m Buffalo Wild Wings

Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning

How you your brother’s keeper but you need no rounding

It’s fifty on the Glock, I let that bitch do announcement

Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces

Money counter, I don’t need no fuckin' accountant

Niggas swear they ballin' like they Baby, bitch, I doubt it

Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting

On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain

I be deep in your bitch, pussy drowning

While you at the house with the kids, frowning

In the trap with them packs, ain’t no lounging

Might not never got to college, but my child is

Real rap, I’ll never do a challenge

And your nigga the definition of what a clown is

Baby, you should put that nigga in a circus

Chop clap like a fat bitch twerkin'

Ah, bitch, I’m good, call me Charles

I don’t lie, I don’t jaws, gonna die with no flaws

I’ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack

The dody in my sack awake God from a nap

If it ain’t one in the head, why you ride with the strap?

Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps

I was tired of running laps so I’m running up a check

She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck

Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC

5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects

I’ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex

Niggas bitin' on they nails, they ain’t scratch nothin' yet

Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse

Bow Wow challenge, he don’t live what he rap 'bout

Damn near five bands plus when I cash out

Got a fat white bitch, she a cash cow

Big gun, fuck around and whip Shaq out

Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow

Pull up, draw down, nigga, pow-pow

Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd

It feel good 'cause the world know my name now

If I go down, I’m allergic, that mean I’m breaking out