paroles de chanson Outta My Mind - Nario Da Don

They want Nario
Give that shit to em then
Fuck a pistol grab the pump
And let the Mossberg cut him

If they connect me to the murder
I'll be gone all summer
Take 50k straight to Anabelle law firm
Fuck em

I know the plug
I'm connected like a crossword puzzle
Pull up yo crib
Wet it up pull off burn rubber
Finessin bitches out their money

That was my third hustle
Clutchin on my fire im trippin
I think I heard sumn
Bitches glancing at me lookin

Like I'm Ralo or sumn
I might pull up in the trap
Inside a Tahoe or sumn
40 sittin on my lap

Like I'm getting followed or sumn
I push green like a use
A damn lawnmower or sumn
Put a shell in yo mouth

Like a taco or sumn
Ungh
Why these bitches kiss and tell
Why he spittin fiction tales

I done took a million L's
Crack what we really sell
Try to dodge papers if they flip you

You gone sit in jail
40 off safety ill strip you
Like a chippendale
If she say she wanna chill

You know that the bitch get nailed
Bitch I'm in the trap
Tossin balls like the NFL
Fuck it bitch I'm out here breakin laws
Cause we live in hell

Niggas creep tellin on they dawgs
Getting niggas jammed
Hail mary with the choppa
Make him do a deep run
I'm from the hood nigga

We treat guns like capri suns
I'll give you back yo bitch
Lil daddy she'll keep comin
You niggas bars aint feelin it like precum
Fuck a thot I like em dark skinned or either butterscotch

Can't hit her raw I gotta
Put a helmet on like juggernaut
She a freak bitch
All she wanna do is fuck a lot
Had to get another crib

They kicked in the other spot
Lil buddy point me at trial
He a rat I knew it
This beat got sent in my email
I just had to chew it

Was on the corner everyday
Serving crack goin do it
But I retired from them knicks
I feel like Patrick Ewing
Trigger happy shootin bitches

What a bad influence
Finger itchin ready to shoot
Like bruh just let me do it
Play with me you getting shot
You better have insurance

Instagram got me nervous
My bitch hacked into it
She let me hit her
So I can't be mad
40 dollars nigga really

That's just plan b cash
Slap yo mama in her face
With this damn keypad
Then whoop yo daddy to death
Now he just a deadbeat dad

My first video was shot
By my mans e class
Cls 500
This ain't no damn class
I hit yo hoe then found her phone

Just to see if he mad
I be ducked off on the low
Like a damn knee pad
Ungh
If I bust you

You dying or you gone be disabled
Yo fuckin scalp
I'll peel it like a sweet potato
Red shit all round his mouth
Look like he eatin tomatoes

Loaded choppa what I use
Just to feed the haters
All I ever wanted to do was
Rob and just sell birds
I could never ever get a job

I was a jailbird
Just respect the fire
Because that's law
Nigga them shells burn
She say she wanna fk

I'm like chill out wait yo damn turn
How you gone suck dick
But you don't swallow
You got the damn nerve
Before you start trippin bae

Just chill and get yo hair permed
Man cut the whole beat off
Fuck this
Bottom baby

We gone skin that bitch
Till it ain't no more skinnin on it
Take the whole skin off that
Take the whole skin off that