Live Nigga (feat. Jaytyler)

Hold on Hold on Hold on What? Yuh Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah What you say? Yeah, yeah I got niggas that's gone do that fucking time nigga I got niggas that's gone risk it all to end yo fucking life Got a couple glocks, a couple ARs and some .9s This a death bed, Imma gone and cut yo line nigga Yeah Ex-ex extendo We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low Lil' Jon get low Yeah Yeah get low I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!) Redhead bitch I call her black widow If you think that I love you bitch you must be a damn fool I was tryna get close to you so I could f*ck yo friend too I could f*ck yo friend too, all up in that head like some Cantu Drive bitch 10, 2 Don't start crying because bitch I didn't miss you That pussy Fiji she screaming that bitch beneath me Tongue is all up in that pussy like writing that's on a CD I told her I'm working with magic she said that she ain't believe me F*ck her while I'm writing lyrics long strokes, that shit is easy I'm with the gang and we riding my nigga we finna bool Talkin' down on my name, I'm sorry you just a fool If I tell yo ass again, you gone be face to face with this tool Might be catching all the smoke nigga I'm not talking Juul Yeah Ex-ex extendo We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low Lil' Jon get low Yeah Yeah get low I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!) Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?) Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido) You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo) Yeah If you want he action we can dish it out And don't be talking all that shit, guarantee that I can get loud I was rapping in the 3rd grade since I was a fucking child If you thinking shit is sweet you tripping yeah you is fucking wild (Aye' sit yo ass down) If you thinking that I want you sorry bitch you in denial I can't keep that same hoes they test me till they out of style And don't be acting all hard ya lips are shitty wipe ya mouth My niggas get they checks for flexing, sorry not sorry Yeah you ain't gone win this round Her legs are up, hands are pressed all on her shoulders Nah bitch that ain't no Glock she ready yeah she coming over I like to f*ck her from behind while she wearing Fashion Nova Yeah she blowing up my phone I think I might have to block her number (Block her number!) Yeah Ex-ex extendo We ain't kicking down no door we shooting windows (We shooting windows!) Yo girl said she want some dick I tell that bitch to get low Lil' Jon get low Yeah Yeah get low I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!) Redhead bitch I call her black widow (I call her what?) Broke bitches find the door tell em' dido (Aye' tell em' dido) You's a jit you's a child, a fucking kiddo (A fucking kiddo)