Lyrics TNT - Lil Dude

TNT

Fight, young nigga gon' fight
Sellin' that breakdown, mix it up with the dynamite
Nah, forreal
Y’all niggas don’t know about the up and down, nigga?
Really in the trenches, boy, you niggas out here playin' games, man
Ain’t I neither, and I’m smokin' a lot of that reefer
Ridin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil' bro Good Intent, ayy
Trapnanana, ooh
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young nigga gon' fight
Came up sellin' that breakdown and dynamite
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
Nigga, you fell off, you gon' be a’ight
I got the money, I don’t look light
Skinny-ass nigga, you playin' with life
I’m in the kitchen cookin', I ain’t cookin' no rice
Pussy-ass nigga, think twice
I’m sure as shit not shootin' dice
I had to stay down, catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it’s right
I can’t trust these niggas like Uncle Ice
I’m still bussin' juugs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, «Ooh, this shit is dynamite»
You know you done fucked up, right?
Luciano, he don’t fuck with the mice
I’m still drinkin' lean from the other night
Nigga want beef, he ain’t gotta fight
I’ma pull up with that dynamite
I came up from sellin' that dynamite
I came up from sellin' the breakdown
Nigga, come through and come get you a breakdown
I got the loosies, gon' break down
Givin' them niggas a shakedown
Auntie say, «Ooh», she like how it taste now
I might go cop me a Wraith now
Luciano, he not underground
I just be bringin' them other sounds
And you know I got a hunnid rounds
And it be makin' them thunder sounds
This man gotta, gotta be different
They takin' shit and they always be trippin
It be hittin' niggas off in the distance
It don’t even care if it hit at your folks
It don’t even care if it hit at the Pope
I’m ridin' around, I’m the Pope
I’m ridin' around with the dope
Lil' nigga, better lay low
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young nigga gon' fight
Came up sellin' that breakdown and dynamite
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
Nigga, you fell off, you gon' be a’ight
I got the money, I don’t look light
Skinny-ass nigga, you playin' with life
I’m in the kitchen cookin', I ain’t cookin' no rice
Pussy-ass nigga, think twice
I’m sure as shit not shootin' dice
I had to stay down, catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it’s right
I can’t trust these niggas like Uncle Ice
I’m still bussin' juugs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, «Ooh, this shit is dynamite»
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?