YBN Nahmir lyrics

by

Praxi


[Verse]
Everybody out here tryna play with the boy
I got shooters to my left and I ain't playin with toys
If a n*gga try to check me, they gon' get null and void
I might pull up on your block because you got me annoyed
I be whippin' in a Masi got my foot on the gas
Don't you ever try to fight me put my foot up your ass
All these n*ggas juicy fruit because they never gon' last
I don't worry bout no b*tches I be stacking my cash
Making hunnits after hunnits after hunnits and again
Only time I do the race is if I'm chasing dividens
All the b*tches want the clout but I ain't into making friends
If I wasn't in your thoughts I be like "b*tch think again"
Try to test me, you can't best me, n*gga I'mma pop ya
Shoot a n*gga red stains smelling like it's copper
n*ggas showing true colors it's like Cyndi Lauper
You a lame I said "chopper" you thought helicopter
YBN, that's the gang, n*ggas know me
I be shouting "free my n*ggas and my homies"
I be coolin' only smoking on that OG
Talking sh*t, I'll cut you off like a Yajirobe

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