Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unusual Niggas, artist - Ralo. Album song Diary of the Streets 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FAMERICA
Song language: English
Unusual Niggas |
Ay Jay Fizzle, what’s up Jay |
In paper route Famgoon business, listen |
I pull up on yo block get some shit cost a million dollars |
Got a million partners that’s about a million choppas |
We don’t give a fuck who you is, |
They keep on telling me chill, I don’t know what that is |
I might just turn up fonem, this club get shot up fonem |
Don’t you fuck with Jay Fizzle, that little nigga my man |
Did that paper route business, anybody can get it |
A bitch can’t come in my spot, unless she gon' let me hit it |
Hold up wait let me in it, I didn’t tell you I’m finished |
I thought that I was in the gray the way these bitches been beggin' |
I get more mouth than a dentist, move more weight than a gymnast |
Move more trees than some timberlands, I got more Homer than Simpson |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
I don’t play with no guns, I might shoot me a nigga |
Pop the roof off a nigga, pop the tooth out a nigga |
I just bought a brand new choppa plus my coupe got no ceiling |
My old lady seen my car and said my roof the one missing |
Ay, pull up in a million dollar coupe I got my shirt off |
Million dollar nigga bitches quick to take they skirt off |
Ralo and Jay Fizzle tossin' bitches at the |
Ballin' with a stick, like a nigga playing baseball |
Car like transformers, they be transforming |
This a new phone, my bitch too foreign |
Your bitch too boring, your bitch too boring |
A hundred thousand out the trap and |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
You ain’t talking 'bout money, you ain’t talking 'bout nothing |
Nigga with a attitude, I feel like I’m from Compton |
Double G’s on my buckle, VVS on my knuckles |
Post so hard till the sun up, on the block like Mutombo |
Steady stacking these commas, hundred racks |
Nigga get shot if you mumble, and I put that on my momma |
I got sauce lasagna, Gucci shirt and a conga |
Choppa kick like a punter, I do this shit like |
Ralo Famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like Russell |
Choppa sing no cuffing |
Ralo Famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like Russell |
Choppa sing no cuffing |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money |
And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming |
We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas |
Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |