Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Nigga , by - TLE CincoRelease date: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Nigga |
| Bitch, I’m deep like ten feet, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Spin on an opp, they won’t spin me, ayy |
| These niggas really be friendly |
| All of these racks in my pants make me sag, got a ten piece |
| Walk in, hit record |
| I’m makin' hit after hit forward (Let's go) |
| Havin' this shit, I’m spoiled |
| Glock in the air when I fuck, I’m a thug (Let's go) |
| You really a bitch, say that |
| Broke ass nigga livin' paycheck to paycheck |
| I up the Glock, I’ma spray that |
| I’m still the same nigga with charges, on tools since way back |
| We havin' sticks like we Arab |
| Glocks with dicks for the opps, they gon' hit with they gay ass |
| I get you touched, you gon' die, I don’t play tag |
| Glock with the stick where my waist at |
| I’m hotter than fish grease (Ayy) |
| Name one beat I didn’t eat, ayy (Huh, ayy) |
| I ain’t chasing no ho, that’s too much of my energy |
| I’ma do me, give a fuck if they feeling me |
| Talk tough online, lil' nigga |
| That’s how fuck niggas die, fuck nigga |
| No cap, I don’t tell no lie, fuck nigga |
| These niggas hatin' 'cause my pockets and prices got bigger (Let's go) |
| No cap, no lie (No lie) |
| I got the Glock, got the fire (Got the fire) |
| Pull on my block, he gon' die |
| Reach for my chain, nigga, why? |
| You gon' die if you try (On God) |
| No cap, no lie (No lie) |
| I got the Glock, got the fire (I got the fire) |
| Pull on my block, he gon' die |
| Reach for my chain, you know you gon' die if you try (Gon' die if you try) |
| Let’s go (Let's go) |
| I got my wrist in the bowl (Cook up) |
| Both my wrists on froze |
| Bust on the ho on first night, then the ho gotta go (Lil' slut) |
| I’m in the club with the pole |
| And these niggas cap for sure, I know (I know) |
| All these hoes on go |
| Book you a date, I swear they pack all on my shows |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Truckload sht forever, ayy |
| These niggas really be jealous, ayy |
| 'Cause, bitch, I’m hotter than leather, ayy |
| And, bitch, I’m fly like propellors |
| High class stealth, spin your block for the hell of it (Let's go) |
| Lockin' shit down like I’m just crazy |
| I promise I’m only smokin' exotic, can tell from the smell of it (Ayy, ayy) |
| Low price, can’t pass up (Ayy, ayy) |
| Chargin' too much, then we stickin' they ass up |
| I’m high as fuck, they can’t grab us (Ayy) |
| I got a shock, when they see me, I’m stickin' they hair up |
| Hundred round drum, this bitch beat like a snare drum |
| I could be broke, I’ma still keep the bear arm |
| I’ma keep the fire (Let's go) |
| I could be broke, I’ma still keep a bear arm |
| Talk tough online, lil' nigga |
| That’s how fuck niggas die, fuck nigga |
| No cap, I don’t tell no lie, fuck nigga |
| These niggas hatin' 'cause my pockets and prices got bigger (Ayy, ayy) |
| No cap, no lie (No lie) |
| I got the Glock, got the fire |
| Pull on my block, he gon' die |
| Reach for my chain, nigga, why? |
| You gon' die if you try |
| No cap, no lie (Let's go) |
| I got the Glock, got the fire (Got the fire) |
| Pull on my block, he gon' die |
| Reach for my chain, you know you gon' die if you try |
| Die if you try |
| Let’s go, ayy |
| I got my wrist in the bowl, ayy |
| These niggas hoes, I know |
| Book you a date, I swear they pack all of my shows, ayy |
| But my wrist on froze, ayy |
| But my wrist got gold, ayy |
| I’m havin' hoes, you know |
| I’m havin' rack after rack after rack, uh, ayy |
| I’m gettin' this shit in, ayy |
| These niggas really is sorry, they quittin' |
| I got the shit in |