Lyrics Nodding Off - THE homies

Nodding Off

Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it
2for!
Now I’m hella lit, you ain’t gotta worry 'bout me cuzzo
I ain’t got the whip
I been off the bourbon, it’s a motion, Quiiso take a sip
Hold up let me post up on this, uhh, get a grip
Oh shit bro I’m slowly noddin' off
Now I’m, back on role call like Major Pain
80 in this 55, stay in your lane
K-Y bro my bad I took a fidget (my bad bro)
Told her come to K-Y just to see me slide
Will told me just work, the bag coming
Jack told me to keep them racks coming
This year I’m going crazy, stash jumping
You ain’t in the vision, bag running
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it
Save your preaching for them deacons you ain’t got, nigga
You been rhyming 'round some buses but you ride, nigga
You been reaching for some reach but you a fraud nigga
You been tweakin', think you drinkin' too much dark liqour
Damn you poppin' off, you slacking dog, I see you noddin' off
You been slackin', you ain’t workin', you like Tommy, dog
I been glowin', think these bitches really eye me, though
In my DMs talking 'bout they wanna top me off
Then who am I to block your blessings
Call this dick, just give me brain, teach me lessons
All my shit be super raw, want no contraceptions
2for gon' come throw the oop, you know I’m gon' catch it
Yeah, I’m gon' catch it, boy
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it,
run it