Lyrics lord - nappy 01'

lord

Ooh Tash
I hop in the blood car that nigga was sportin a deuce up
Where my honey at
Roll a wood up
My girl just called me and she want me to freak it
All this white gold on me feel like the lord sent it
My shoes Dior I should convert to a Christian
Your whore just a whore my girl be gettin the pack in
Off the perc I’m floatin
I can’t press the gas nigga
Just got a new hammer I’m a leave you in the past
Did you see that new Moncler I don’t think I can pass on it
My lil bitch so bad and she got an ass on it
What this nigga tryna do
I’ll leave that boy dead
In my YSL boots
Tryna run up who is you
Hiroshi Fujiwara, my designer came from Japan dude
Don’t try to give me advice nigga
Pussy boy I am not you
Keep my Jordans off-white
Keep my jacket off-white
You’ll notice me when I pass you
6 feet do the dash dude
Tell him fall back he don’t want no smoke or cancer
Shooting at his feet all of a sudden he a dancer
Who can stop me she said she don’t know the answer
That pea shooter not competing with my chopper
We know you down bad you turned into a rapper
My niggas with it so I’m with it, let’s get it
My girl just called me and she want me to freak it
All this white gold on me feel like the lord sent it
My shoes Dior I should convert to a Christian
Your whore just a whore my girl be gettin the pack in
Off the perc I’m floatin
I can’t press the gas nigga
Just got a new hammer I’m a leave you in the past
Did you see that new Moncler I don’t think I can pass on it
My lil bitch so bad and she got an ass on it