Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NA3NA3 , by - .223JermRelease date: 22.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NA3NA3 |
| We on X Games mode |
| Bitch! |
| It’s pay day fellas! |
| Gang gang gang |
| Gang shit, gang bitch, gang shit (Gang gang) |
| Gang, gang |
| Gang, gang |
| Gang, gang |
| Gaaang! |
| When it comes to fades b-b-bitch I’m never running |
| Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!) |
| Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I’m busting (B-b-b-boom!) |
| How you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (Rah rah rah) |
| Bitch! |
| Shut the fuck up (What the fuck?) |
| I be toting up these straps right at you bustas (B-b-bop) |
| How you only selling grams but you a hustla'? |
| Y-you ain’t ever run no streets, you ain’t from gutta' |
| (Gang, gang, gaaang!) |
| When it comes to fades b-b-bitch I’m never running |
| Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!) |
| Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I’m busting (B-b-b-boom!) |
| How you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (Rah rah rah) |
| Pull up with a stick and I let that shit hit |
| And these niggas be talkin', they grippin' the dick |
| I got ice on my neck I got ice- alright hold on, hold on |
| Okay let me stop playin', ay |
| Fuck on a little bitch like I just did a bit |
| I cut the blow and I come up with different hits |
| He just re-upped and I’m plottin' on robbin' him |
| I get the coke and I cut it with glycerol |
| Sippin' on, sippin' on, sippin' on Wokhardt, you niggas sip Tylenol |
| Niggas be hatin' on me cus they dick is small |
| Come behing smiled at me in the mall |
| She bought the perc and it look like an M&M |
| Fuck with a nigga like me you aren’t seein' them |
| We fuck these hoes and you niggas be cuffin' 'em |
| I don’t take pictures with fans I be robbin' 'em |
| I don’t take pictures with fans I be robbin' 'em |
| You in the comments but won’t break the law |
| OG, bitch we be smokin' that |
| Get to the money real fast like a runner back |
| You is a bum and yo' bitch she be sayin' that |
| You bought my EP, I need you to bring it back |
| That’s for real niggas so you can’t be bumpin' that |
| Bitch I be ballin', I wear a starter cap |
| Niggas be talkin' 'bout, that’s a fuckin' cap |
| Pull up on Spider Gang, nigga we bussin' that |
| Bullets be flyin', that fifty piece party pack |
| I put a nigga in a box like a tesseract |
| Real nigga, you pussies ain’t testin' that |
| Hahahahaha |
| Real trap shit |
| Ay, ay |
| Always pimpin' |
| Bitch I got a shot, it’s like Scottie Pippen |
| Always grippin' |
| If I see the 12 then I’m fuckin' dippin' |
| Said he grippin' |
| But I know he not cus he steady bitchin' |
| Really tryna rob him but I’m tellin' him we gonna kick it |
| In the kitchen |
| Cookin' up that shit then we gonna flip it |
| When I look around I swear to God I wan' kill all of you |
| I just really wanna fuck, the only reason that I followed you |
| And I’m pullin' out a gun, these bullets just might fuckin' hollow you |
| Homie get his witch back |
| On her lips like lipstick |
| Cuttin' people off, I cannot fuck wit' none that bitch shit |
| Pull up wit' a big stick |
| Hit up Jeramiah, help me knock 'em off the hitlist |
| Pussy you a Kit-Kat, snapped in half you ain’t with that |
| Spend a bag, keep on tryna' touch me I might kill a fag |
| Grippin' mags, ridin' with a pole when we swipe tags (Fuck!) |
| (I said who’s fuckin' playin' motherfuck-) |
| When it comes to fades b-b-bitch I’m never running |
| Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!) |
| Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I’m busting (B-b-b-boom!) |
| How you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (Rah rah rah) |