Test My Nutz lyrics
by 2 Low Key
[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
[Verse 1]
I'm on the corner swingin’ that dope
Lookin' for the folks, wanna buy some crack
Got to be watchin' my ass for the sheriff while I’m on the track
Ain't no sense to me, goin' to jailhouse, bullsh*t
Lockin' me up, them folks don't know who they f*ckin' with, as I click
Deep in the hood, 5-0 wanna be badass
Better stay alert, 'cause I'm spooky with that Jason mask
n*ggas I’m creepin’ tough not a sound as I hit the cut
Back up in my town, it ain't easy for a drug bust
Me, I keep the yalk c*cked back, as I aim to shoot
Pigs on my block with that Glock, you ain’t bulletproof
Fool, beat 'em to the floor, what's up, ho? This a murder threat
Better call your boys, ship ahoy, when you see my TEC
Bow to Low Key on the trick with that ho sh*t
Dumpin you n*ggas that's bigger than me, sucker, ain’t no evidence
Fence full of pigs in the crowd, now who give a f*ck?
D-I-E, buster, I'm a OG, test my nuts
[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
Test-test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, test-test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Test-test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two cars in the backyard, put 'em on a speed chase
Have a wreck, damn fool, as I keep my damn pace
Runnin' like a track star, n*ggas ain't gon' f*ck with me
Low Key a killer when I make a n*gga D-I-E
Quickly tuckin' my dope, straight up ain't no love, punk
Pull up in a drop-top, smoked out, start some
Mr. Police Officer, do we got a problem, sir?
Best to keep my ass in, f*ck another truth or dare
b*tch, try to make a move reach and grip the handcuffs
South Memphis, I be down, make a n*gga bite the dust
Lock 'em in the backseat, me, I got the steerin' wheel
Make another U-turn as I fire ball up the damn hill
Buckle up, chief, it's the thief in a squad car
Take 'em to the ditch, beat that trick under the viaduct
Buck 'em, buck 'em, f*ck 'em, now you realize, I'ma f*ck you up
Willet Klick thick, stupid b*tch, won't you test my nuts
[Chorus]
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, test my nuts, suck my di*k
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge
[Verse 3]
Hand me out a pocket full of money, stick em up stang, drop it off punk
My yalk, drippin' sweat as I dump you in my Chevy trunk
Low to the floor, pull up at the light on my way to the track
Got to be swangin' them rocks, creepin' on my hoes, I'm a player, Mack
Low Key a dope sellin', money makin', hustler style
Beat ya, swangin' on them keys, money in the bank, n*ggas in the street
Ready to make a swap for some quarter crack, gimme dollar signs
Feel like a player, dog y'all, pocket fat, I'm claimin' mine
n*ggas, talk your ass off, stackin' my green, if you wanna be
Jealous of the fella makin' that dough, send 'em to ICC
b*tches they're hookers, they really be helpin' me makin' my money
By sellin' my sh*t, but the money you makin'; now drop it off
Hand it here, give me the dollars and pennies, you trick
Lil' sl*t, give me them, hate my know any, why, chillin' by mackin' the Tennessee government
Fill in, then fall in my hands, I'm the man, understand it's the n*gga that's makin' that residents
Dollars; I love 'em, I got to be down with the n*ggas that makin' a stang for bucks
Low Key outie, dog, n*ggas, won't you test my nuts
[Outro]
Test my nuts, suck my di*k, pop a b*tch and get his wallet
Creepin', it's the Key Low Key, catch the criminalistic knowledge