Lyrics CC - Nolan, Nolan the Ninja

CC

Ay look, this one for the gratis
Crew is mild-mannered, sportee type of fellers, yo
And we don’t give no carings
Bitches leave their earrings at my crib, it’s irritating
Niggas think they got it but their time is slowly fading
I am here for maintenance nigga, you’re no longer famous
Keep up with them payments nigga, used to cop a dime or nick
Now they just supply the shit, I ain’t even gotta spend
Always stay a hunnit from the rip (from the rip, yo)
People seem to love you when you win (they only love you when you win)
Threw some shit together for the fit (threw something together)
You won’t see nobody else with this, yo
At the crib smoking good, off the Chromecast
I don’t work, I’m a boss, hit my Cashapp
My name is NOLAN, niggas know it but they quiet & such
I stay killing, nothing different, see if I give a fuck
(Fuck you talking bout, you ain’t heard bout that new NOLAN nigga)
Penmanship is stupid
Clearly not a newbie, Google me for proofing
Only deal with truth-ers, cappers get the deuces
Ask your girl about me, bet you she say touché
I don’t drink, no, but I’ll tap the wine or Moë
I am such a natural, peace to Mic Geronimo
Take a puff & then I float, off the sacred pyramid
Got a nigga feeling jig, want my talent, pay the tic
Digits equal three to six, only if I’m fucking with it
From the D I represent, I ain’t like these other niggas
I den seen a lot of shit, ain’t no need for dwelling
Used to roam the street at 7, it was me, 40 & Tay
Ain’t no pussies round my way, 227, that 4−8
I den called it from the gate, you can go & see on YEN
Lil' NoNo turned to man, got these niggas shook & scared
How you claim you from the block, you ain’t never threw a hand, nigga
Keep all that shit, let it run, this freestyle shit
Sitting on like 5 albums, yo
At the crib smoking good, off the Chromecast
I don’t work, I’m a boss, hit my Cash App
My name is NOLAN, niggas know it but they quiet & such
I stay killing, nothing different, see if I give a fuck
Sportee