CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Fuck a Nigga
Yeah, this one here for Boo Gotti
Hop out the trenches with the stick like “Boo, I got you, n***a”
Haha, big [?], you know what it is, yeah
(Trevin the producer)
Look
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
Whole lotta money on me now, ain’t talkin' paper, n***a
Hundred thousand up in jewelry, that’s some acres, n***a
I stood tall in front the jury, they couldn’t break a n***a
Don’t show no [?] b*t*h, you know I’ll still a face a n***a
Boo Gotti got them things, ain’t drop the pricе [?] n***a
Man this sh*t we got A-1, I swear it’s too official
I keep my gun, it’s murder onе and that’s for any n***a
N***a wanna kill you when they see you glisten, n***a (Ayy)
I do this for all of my n***as, you know I ain’t got sh*t for these b*t*hes
I’m causin' hell, f**k twelve, n***a know we still in the trenches
Runnin', we jumpin' them fences
These n***as be trippin', you know that I’m with it
I stay with a glizzy, these n***as can get it
Pu**y a** boy, n***a know how I whip it (B*t*h, baow)
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
Four body’s in one summer, the streets gettin' hot
They knocked two packs on the road, the streets gettin' dropped
Red light come with the stick, you can’t run from it
Just had a shootout with my cousin, he stole some money from me
How the f**k I’ma tell my aunt I had to kill her son
Used to be close, but the greed f**ked over our bond
When n***as get jealous, ain’t sh*t you can tell 'em
If he woulda asked, then I woulda helped him
N***as be snakes, you gotta be careful
Watch reviews ‘cause n***as a [?] ya
I done did a whole lot to live this lifestyle
Ain’t nobody give me sh*t so I can’t pipe down
keep it silent, that’s what I was taught
If you broke, that’s ya business, that ain’t nobody fault
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
(Trevin the producer)
Hop out the trenches with the stick like “Boo, I got you, n***a”
Haha, big [?], you know what it is, yeah
(Trevin the producer)
Look
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
Whole lotta money on me now, ain’t talkin' paper, n***a
Hundred thousand up in jewelry, that’s some acres, n***a
I stood tall in front the jury, they couldn’t break a n***a
Don’t show no [?] b*t*h, you know I’ll still a face a n***a
Boo Gotti got them things, ain’t drop the pricе [?] n***a
Man this sh*t we got A-1, I swear it’s too official
I keep my gun, it’s murder onе and that’s for any n***a
N***a wanna kill you when they see you glisten, n***a (Ayy)
I do this for all of my n***as, you know I ain’t got sh*t for these b*t*hes
I’m causin' hell, f**k twelve, n***a know we still in the trenches
Runnin', we jumpin' them fences
These n***as be trippin', you know that I’m with it
I stay with a glizzy, these n***as can get it
Pu**y a** boy, n***a know how I whip it (B*t*h, baow)
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
Four body’s in one summer, the streets gettin' hot
They knocked two packs on the road, the streets gettin' dropped
Red light come with the stick, you can’t run from it
Just had a shootout with my cousin, he stole some money from me
How the f**k I’ma tell my aunt I had to kill her son
Used to be close, but the greed f**ked over our bond
When n***as get jealous, ain’t sh*t you can tell 'em
If he woulda asked, then I woulda helped him
N***as be snakes, you gotta be careful
Watch reviews ‘cause n***as a [?] ya
I done did a whole lot to live this lifestyle
Ain’t nobody give me sh*t so I can’t pipe down
keep it silent, that’s what I was taught
If you broke, that’s ya business, that ain’t nobody fault
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
I don’t owe a n***a sh*t, I feel like f**k a n***a
Buss 'em down like a brick, don’t make me touch you n***a
All my n***as keep them sticks and get money, n***a
Ain’t sh*t sweet, please don’t think I’m like those other n***as
(Trevin the producer)
