Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neat , by - FB. Release date: 07.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neat |
| Gang! |
| S.O.S |
| Wass gang nigga |
| Free tallup |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Free the gang and tell ‘em free Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tryna copy the neat |
| They tryna copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gone ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Man tell ‘em free the gang and free up Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tried to copy the neat |
| They tried to copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gone ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| They tried to copy the neat |
| They just wanna be gang, gang |
| S.O.S yeah we still let it bang, bang |
| Talk up we’ll let a nigga’s brain hang |
| New opp pack bitch I’ma ball up |
| Shoutout J Neat nigga and Tallup |
| Fuck a drive-by nigga I’ma walk up |
| Whip the soft ‘till I see that shit lock up |
| Whole brick and it came wit a neat stamp |
| She need me but I told her that I need bands |
| I got fiends nigga I don’t really need fans |
| I got bro’s nigga I don’t really need friends |
| Take a loss and I still bounce right back |
| Self-made and they still don’t like that |
| Came home and he still went right back |
| Yeah I know it get real and it’s like that |
| So free my brothas out dat can, ho! |
| Lil bro purging, yeah he shootin shit just like Rambo |
| I know they want my life but voices saying that I can’t go |
| Voices saying that I can’t go |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Free the gang and tell ‘em free Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tryna copy the neat |
| They tryna copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Man tell ‘em free the gang and free up Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, i’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tried to copy the neat |
| They tried to copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Why you tryna copy the neat? |
| Got a .40 when I’m up in these streets |
| Ray Allen when I shoot for the three |
| Got a bando jumpin like some fleas |
| She on her knees like she praying |
| They ain’t bout shit that they saying |
| Just walk up on ‘em then we face ‘em |
| He a demon he gone meet Satan |
| Whole team makin money now |
| Try to run off, we gone hunt him down |
| Revy gang shells don’t touch the ground |
| That’s Fat Neat that’s a hunned rounds |
| I just need ‘bout a hunned pounds |
| I just need ‘bout a hunned bricks |
| Take a trip, that’s another flip |
| She on the pole, that’s another trick |
| Aye, they don’t want smoke, can’t handle spliff |
| Aye, we don’t slide my Wassa’s drift |
| Aye, hit a lick break it down to bits |
| Aye, I’m wit Tallup we gon' empty the clip |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Free the gang and tell ‘em free Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tryna copy the neat |
| They tryna copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Man tell ‘em free the gang and free up Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, i’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tried to copy the neat |
| They tried to copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Aye, my niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon drift |
| Glock .40 or the four fifth |
| I got a young hitta from the four fifth |
| And all my nigga know it’s neat |
| Steady throwing up threes |
| Rock wit' Courts Gang shoutout the Sheez |
| That’s the OG’s from the G |
| Money on my mind like all day |
| Fans screaming gang from far away |
| More magic, ball like Hardaway |
| Try me then I gotta take your heart away |
| Niggas taking swag they be copying |
| They tryna be like them Wassa’s, aye |
| If I want it I take it no borrowing |
| Big dog sending streaks call it homage kid |
| Givin out smoke you want none of it |
| Jakes kick the door then I’m flushin it |
| 16 in the clip and I’m dumpin it |
| Adrenaline rushing shit |
| Got a little bit of fame hoe’s rushing in |
| Lemme squeeze on her back so i’m clutchin it |
| If a nigga try me then I’m bustin it |
| And my block so cray fell in love wit it |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Free the gang and tell ‘em free Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tryna copy the neat |
| They tryna copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |
| Hit a lick and now we all up |
| Man tell ‘em free the gang and free up Tallup |
| New opp pack, bitch, I’ma ball up |
| Think you sick then lil' nigga talk up |
| They tried to copy the neat |
| They tried to copy the whole drip |
| From a half ounce to a whole brick |
| My niggas gon ride, yeah, they gon' drift |