Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Politics, artist - YBN Nahmir. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Politics |
| Ayy |
| Man what the fuck? |
| Niggas already know what the fuck goin' on, man |
| I ain’t with none of that internet talking, man |
| Niggas know where the fuck I stay at |
| If it was up with niggas, niggas would’ve been blew that bitch down |
| Niggas is pussy, on my momma nigga |
| (Ayy) |
| If you for real, leave the internet gangster |
| When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (Bitch) |
| Niggas really don’t want smoke, they talking for the 'Gram (Brrra) |
| Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang) |
| 'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow) |
| Niggas talk that hot shit when I’m out of town (When I’m out of town) |
| But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang) |
| I be talking cash shit, I got a bag now (Bitch) |
| But if a nigga think I’m pussy, I’ma lay 'em down (Brrra) |
| I’m in LA fucking all these hoes, I’m dizzy (I'm dizzy) |
| I’m up now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a) |
| My shit hit like a nigga hit a checkmate (Ha) |
| And bitches know me, I’m still bouncing out with them Big K’s |
| (Brrra-bah-bah-bah) |
| When I’m in town, I’m on the East, and I ain’t ducking shit (Ducking shit) |
| Niggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (Bitch) |
| Niggas make that lil' diss but ain’t sparking shit (Gang, gang) |
| Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch (Brrra, brrra) |
| Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? |
| (Niggas stay) |
| I’m on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You niggas, ha) |
| Fake beefin', well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up) |
| Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra) |
| Nigga on yo' dead homie, I ain’t ran from shit (Ran from shit) |
| If a nigga say I did, he a lyin' bitch (Bitch) |
| Beat them bitches up, you niggas wasn’t stopping shit (Stupid bitch) |
| If I was there, I would’ve let off that whole clip (Brrra-bah-bah-bah) |
| Wave hoppin', well, y’all need to ride another wave ('Nother wave) |
| And y’all was all on my dick with «Rubbin' off the Paint» (Nigga sick) |
| That shit dropped and a nigga hit a hundred K (Bitch) |
| That’s why they mad, 'cause they wanna be up in my place (In my place, nigga) |
| But no you can’t, and I’m the one that’s fucking bitches now (Fucking bitches |
| now) |
| All that recordin', yeah, you niggas steady snitchin' now (You niggas gay) |
| Keep on talking with that |
| bet he finna drown (Brrra) |
| Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out (Brrra-bah-bah-bah) |
| I say I’m good in the 'Ham, let a nigga play (Let him play) |
| So you can catch me |
| over Twin Gates (Huh) |
| It’s RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face (Out my face) |
| These niggas still talking with no bullets in them AK’s (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Niggas talking 'til they see that black Nissan (Bitch) |
| I ain’t never seen these bitches or these peons (Hell nah) |
| I broke that lil' bitch hard, I can’t keep mines (Stupid bitch) |
| I can’t go to Florida, sike, nigga I’ll be fine (Gang, gang, gang) |
| I’m goin' to Houston, know a nigga got the mob ties (Bitch) |
| These niggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh) |
| I’m locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga (If you touch me nigga) |
| These niggas only act hard when they niggas wit' 'em (These niggas weird) |
| Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my niggas, nigga (Them my niggas) |
| Any nigga touch Jay, I’m really tripping nigga (Brrra) |
| Touch Glizzy lil' bitch, then I’m on yo' ass (Off rip) |
| And off rip, I leave you in that body bag |
| You think just 'cause we up them M’s we ain’t shootin' niggas?(What) |
| Okay we on that, when we see him then, stupid nigga (Stupid ass nigga) |
| All my niggas earned them stripes, now we too official (For real) |
| That’s yo' homie, he gon' die too, what he doin' with you? |
| Smokin' dody, thinkin' 'bout my brodie, nigga know I miss him |
| with roadie, you get smoked for Kobe, yeah, who want a issue? |
| Used to wake up early mornings and we on a mission (On a mission) |
| Sittin' in yo' whip, hollow go right through and hit him (Baow) |
| Lil' bro do a hit him (Hit him), you must think we kiddin' (Kiddin') |
| Homie ain’t no killer (Huh), that shit don’t even fit him |
| And I’m rockin' fitted, Mike Amiri denim (Mike Amiri denim) |
| This bitch stuffed up in 'em, buy down independent (Buy down independent) |
| Bitch I’m comin' wit' it, buy down independent (Ayy, ayy) |
| Two-hundred, all twenties (Twenties), three-hundred, all fifties (All fifties) |
| I got a safe house (Safe house), hundreds all in it (All in it) |
| And I got a playhouse (Playhouse), pull up all bitches (All bitches) |
| We the ones yelled that gang shit, now y’all all wit' it (All wit' it) |
| You wasn’t the only one on that bang shit, nigga, we all did it |
| Ain’t gon' know it, when we tell him change you, we got a language (We got a |
| language) |
| Take No Limit out your name, bitch, you gotta change it (You gotta change it) |
| Think you recognize the game, bitch I’m finna strange it (Finna strange it) |
| Where that hat wrong on the nine, pussy rearrange it (Rearrange it) |
| So much power in that .45, I just call it Range Rover |
| Need a hour or like forty-five, changin', nothin' major, nigga (Need a hour) |
| Now go and tell me somethin' |
| When you hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin' |
| When I’m in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton |
| By the way that we approach the scene, bitch you can tell we cluthin' |
| You, wouldn’t, know the half my dawg |
| I keep poppin' Perkys back to back, these ain’t no Adderalls |
| Yeah I heard yo' favorite rapper tank, that shit ain’t slap at all |
| Free the new ones outside, I’m comin' back for y’all |
| I bet all that money in your shoebox, you can’t fuck with me |
| Talkin' to myself like you my nigga, I keep me company |
| I ain’t even been in the club for not a minute, bitches humpin' me |
| Oh you claim you you down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me |
| I ain’t never runnin' from no smoke, bitch I be out too much |
| If my nigga name on black and white, then I can’t back him up |
| I done gave them boys enough of time, they wasn’t fast enough |
| Bitch come over here and make it bounce, I like that ratchet stuff |
| Bitch come over here and make it shake, I like that ratchet shit |
| If we catch them niggas up in traffic, let them ratchets spit |
| Pussy boy thought he was first in line, you in the back of it |
| It be the niggas talkin' 'bout they up, don’t got a rack to spend |
| Woke up mad as fuck, just popped a pill, I think I’m happy now |
| Talkin' 'bout that shit up on the floor, then bring the rackets out |
| 'Member I was broke as every joke, ain’t no more laughin' now |
| Ganglato in the blunt, shit hittin' harder, this shit Pacquiao |
| Postin' politics up on the 'net, how is you niggas street? |
| Every other day I question God, like why my nigga leave? |
| A nigga touch my chain, it’s goin' down just like a Nitti beat |
| Why you wastin' mud up on the floor? |
| That’s for my nigga Sheed |
| Smokin' gas and pourin' out Hennessy, that’s for my nigga too |
| Valet nigga tried to park the whip, I told that nigga «Move» |
| Ridin' wit' the chopper in the front, this bitch as big as you |
| And all the real niggas ain’t dead, bitch I’m the livin' proof, b— |