Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Nigga, artist - Dolan BeatsDate of issue: 17.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Nigga |
| Fuck Boy, bumbaclot boy |
| Say one thing then we gon' be on your block boy |
| Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy |
| Fuck boy, toting some Glock boy |
| I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit |
| My niggas come through wacking shit |
| Bad bitches rub my back and shit |
| Like the police, they always ask me shit |
| I be adding shit, subtracting shit |
| Lately, I been on some relaxing shit |
| I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is |
| Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it |
| Fuck boy, bumbaclot boy |
| Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy |
| We them Glo Gang hotboys |
| Come through killin shit and they can’t stop us |
| So run your block up |
| I’m coming through with all nine, Glocks and choppers |
| And ain’t nobody getting locked up |
| We ain’t snitching and you niggas not us |
| Sending shit like mailmans |
| Ten niggas in one little caravan |
| A lot of tools and a couple of handy men |
| Come through bustin' at you, better duck when you hear the man |
| I’m glo’d up like a candle, man |
| And my chain carry no diamonds, that little man |
| And I bet your bitch a happy camper, man |
| She give brain like she got a happy temperament |
| To fuck boys I am Casper |
| They say what’s up and I look past 'em |
| I got a AK with a dagger |
| And I’ma shoot your ass up then I’ma stab you up |
| Almighty spectacular |
| In the stu late night, buying beats like I’m Dracula |
| Let a nigga act like he tryna fight me, then imma light him up |
| Remember when i used to ain’t have shit, now I got the finest stuff |
| I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit |
| My niggas come through wacking shit |
| Bad bitches rub my back and shit |
| Like the police, they always ask me shit |
| I be adding shit, subtracting shit |
| Lately, I been on some relaxing shit |
| I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is |
| Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it |
| I’m winning, no pretending |
| Windows tinted, none of my cars rented |
| I could spend it, so I can spend it |
| Smoking Tooka when I’m reminiscing |
| Pull up on your block like skrr |
| Fuck niggas gon' freeze up like deer |
| I like lean, I don’t want no beer |
| I’m eighteem, I don’t want no beer |
| Six thots, wifey, and one me |
| Glock 18, ain’t need to be dumb with me |
| Try to come up in here, turn your ass to lunch beef |
| Lotta fire what you gonna see |
| I still like my bitch conceited |
| Still 300 O’Block 'til I’m bleeding |
| We still in the streets killing oppositions |
| I’m cooling in the stu, tryna make me a billion |
| Throw your set up, throw your gats up |
| Throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up |
| Throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up |
| I got a small circle, I done lessed up |
| But I got shooters in Miami |
| Got shooters in Los Angeles |
| Got shooters in Alabama |
| Shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras |
| I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit |
| My niggas come through wacking shit |
| Bad bitches rub my back and shit |
| Like the police, they always ask me shit |
| I be adding shit, subtracting shit |
| Lately, I been on some relaxing shit |
| I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is |
| Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it |