Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NA3NA3, artist - .223Jerm
Date of issue: 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) |