509 Bmg Special Request To All Nice And Decent Real Niggaz (stop Hatin) Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Yeah man
[?]

[Verse 1]
Contract killer make you see niggas dumping 'round the city
Dog-eat-dog world, get them puppies out the business (Yah)
Jefe pop out the f*ckin' cut like circumcisions
Nigga thinking that this shit a game, I bet he gon' feel it
I can't leave my firearm, might die hard like Bruce Willis
I was 17, blick up on that bike, couldn't pop no wheelie
I'm a [?], flip a sweet nigga like Lilly Dilly (Lilly Dilly)
Everyday the shop open it's gon' cost a pretty penny
We put fear inside these niggas' hearts and make them tuck they pendants (Nigga)
Beat a nigga ass and havе him lookin' ugly, rocking [?] (Yah)
He be balling hard the wholе game, the whole 48 minutes
Babygirl, what you tryna do, lemme get behind that thickness
Bowls off the f*ckin' head, [?] talking Hello Kitty (Like Hello Kitty)
Bitch, it's Santa Claus, run in your shit, I'm sliding down your chimney (Down your chimney, nigga)
I be dropping dick inside these hoes, they feel it in they kidney
Bitch, I told you what the program is, don't try to f*ckin' kiss me
I could see the ho all in these niggas, 20/20 vision
20/20 vision he think that shit can [?]
Jefe pop up out the cut with [?]
How many shots [?] a bottle, way too f*cking many, alright
These niggas way too hot, must wanna go to prison (Go to prison)
[?] the stick 40 rounds, you know the [?] 50 (Nigga)
These niggas got Napoleon complex, they act like midgets (Midgets)
Allat tough shit'll leave you swimming with the fishes
That boy gon' catch a gold dot before we catch him slippin' (Slippin')
This 57 Magnum make him walk like a Egyptian
We seen the fall, nigga outside today, he started pissing (Pissing)
[?] send a nigga over, expedited shipping
That nigga ain't gon' do shit, he just jerkin' the chicken (Chicken)
I bet I'll bang this f*ckin' blick, I don't need no permission (Missing)
He can't even handle a kick, he damn near broke his wrist (Yah, yah)
Sometimes I got regrets, but I'm still out here taking risks (Taking risks)
How the I'm in the club with a Glock 26
Nigga play, I'll make the whole room do the peppermint twist
And I could put the glicks down and get inside the grid
Grown man shit, keep 'em at home, we ain't gon' spare your kids
Keep it pimping, you outta luck, nigga, I don't want your bitch (Yah)
Trigger finger itch, I do 'em cold just like the fridge (Fridge)
BMG I'm married to the game, we get them hits
And I'm so locked in with my brothers, I could never switch
I'm a genie, rub me the wrong way, I'll grant ya wish (Grant ya wish)
If niggas don't get out the way, then niggas gettin' squished (Ya)
It's BMG, I brought my poly, bitch, I'm dying with it (Dying with it, nigga)
If a nigga [?], he flying with the fish (I'm gone)
You know what the f*ck it is, I'm up and gone, man

[Verse 2]
Alright
I can't leave the choppa, I'm tryna see a body drop
These niggas all up on my dick, they ain't gettin' no guap
Lil' jefe pop up out the cut, clean shit up with a mop
I still get migraines everytime I see the cops
I got wings under my belt like I'm playing for Boston
These niggas on some ho shit, so I'ma get 'em off it
I put a nigga on TV tonight like Johnny Carson
I caught his ass outside, he almost shit his undergarments
I caught his ass outside, he almost shit his undergarments
All of these niggas be fronting like they all vicious, shit, most of 'em harmless
Nigga try to good business, I was gon' buck her regardless
These niggas flagging like they plugs and I'm a f*ckin' charger
BMG, I'm on some bullshit like Ron Harper
My magazines hold bald heads and big teeth like Steve Harvey
Well, we got ammo cans for days, that's what the f*ck I'm talkin'
f*ck nigga, you can catch a shell, it's like we eating crawfish
I put that shit right on your hair, I'm Jamal Crawford
Talk the lil' nigga numbers, I need a higher offer
Babygirl, what it do, I'm tryna be ya babyfather
I drop good dick on her, now I got a stalker
Me and jefe move like Biggs and Wayne from off of Shottas
Nigga had a [?] but I'm gon' have to get that guap up
These niggas do too much talkin', yada-yada-yada
Glock 17 got a long slide, no pocket rocket
And when I come up off the hip, you niggas better watch it
That nigga almost got his ass hit, told him back up off me
Crack a pack got a nigga coughing
He tried to run off with my shit back out to whatchacallit
These goofy ass niggas can't get a stop, I'm really ballin'
If I was old as f*ck and broke, too, of course I'd be salty
I got no pity on these f*ck niggas, no sayin' sorry
These niggas cheatin' bricks 'cause I'm gon' finish what I started
These crackers act like I'm a dumbass, I'm a easy target
Always tryna talk between the lines, hiding behind the jargon
I'm tryna put a p*ssy nigga on a f*ckin' carpet
I don't know what these niggas talking, I'm like beg ya pardon
These niggas funny as a f*ck, I call 'em Seth MacFarlane
I hit the dope until I'm looking like a f*cking martian
I don't take these niggas serious like Daniel Larson
Better hit the f*cking floor 'cause, bitch, I got my carpet
You know what the f*ck it is, man, BMG [?]

[Verse 3]
Alright
You know what the f*ck it is, man
It's BMG comin' with a whole new flavor, roll a nigga up like some rolling paper
[?]
Come on, yah, alright
I ain't had no f*ckin' whip, I had to use my feet
That don't mean I was lacking up my blick, I told my boys to beat it
I got my fye right on my hip, your shit under your seat
It's no-brain that I got a pick between you and me
Niggas out here really smashing shit, I'm playin' deep
This bitch too hot, I told her slow down like Bobby V
I send 'bout 30 shots, I ain't got time to bob and weave
This choppa for killing niggas, it don't do no robberies
No robberies, will jefe pop up out the cut? Probably
BMG the head nigga in charge, I feel like Prodigy
I'm not gon' hit you with my fist, that's why we got technology
I put some hot shit on your ass, ain't talking sodomy (Ew)
This greasy AR bullet got your f*ckin' name on it
Look how that nigga hold the stick, that boy don't got no aim on it
I told the plug to hurry up, ain't tryna wait on it
I don't know what these niggas got goin', we need to pray for 'em
Babygirl, arch ya back, lemme see your form
I'm dropping dick inside that ho, she feel it in her core I got her running from the dick, she can't take it no more
She f*cking with the BMG, them other niggas boring
I walk inside the function, I get all these bitches horny
I know these p*ssy niggas hating, so I got my [?]
He thinking he hanging with steppers, he gettin' extorted
Ain't no one thinking 'bout y'all niggas, y'all ain't that important
Tryna take some from me? Nigga, what the f*ck you snorting?
Forensic vans coming, I'll put your ass on Law & Order
I know some real zos and some of 'em over the border
Lil' bitch I'm always tryna eat like I got a disorder
Chopsticks I bought and never sell, I love to hoard 'em
This beef, I'll put you on the grill, just call me George Foreman
These niggas act like bitches, niggas act like Bojack Horseman
I'm tryna buss in a nigga's face, let's make a porno
You got your chop, I got my chop, nigga let's go to war though
Bring this shit to your door, bitch, it's not delivery, it's DiGiorno
This money got me gettin' fat, it got me gettin' gordo
These bitches get around me and they can't control they hormones
.45 bullet ripping through a p*ssy nigga' torso
Nigga, I be speaking facts like I'm Matthew Santoro
BMG, I'm a big dog like cane corso
These niggas hard 'bout it, but let's see if they hard in court though
I been flossing all year, I got these niggas sittin' for life
A old nigga, can't leave the crib without the walking stick
I need a grown up 'cause these niggas all up on my dick
Don't swing my crib unless you wanna feel 556
Landslide, out in public, no not Stevie Nicks
With all the shit you niggas talk, y'all better have y'all blicks
Boy, it ain't nothing you can say with trigger fingers itchin'
Hold that bitch tight and lock ya eyes, it's time to get to clicking
Hold that bitch tight and lock ya eyes, it's time to get to clicking
Hold that bitch tight, I don't know you niggas
You feel me

[Verse 4]
I'm a rapper first, family man second, I put God third, nigga
Thirty rounds of [?] everytime I'm stepping out
Open carry, look like we in Texas, got my weapon out
[?] hold me steady now
These niggas really up in high rank, I got 'em steppin' down
I don't need my niggas with me, I'll still gun you down
I run this shit, step into my office, bitch, I'm Jim Halpert
I never freeze up when it's time to click, I'm not no coward
That boy a sweet one, nigga came around and got devoured
Tryna run off on me, boy, get your nose up out the powder
Don't drop the soap, I'll back the 9, I'll give that boy a shower
How many shots I got with me today, ain't even count 'em
I never seen this ho, I treat her like a outta-towner
Babygirl, come and crash your plane into my Twin Towers
Show me you really 'bout it, go ahead and drop those trousers
I drop that dick inside that ho, she gettin' overpowered
I'm finna duck off with this ho for a couple of hours
We got hella dope, tell me where the f*ck the drought is
Choppa telescope, lock my eye and knock 'em down
I was down bad on my dick sleepin' on couches
I got some work off of my face and went to runnin' routes
These niggas don't get from round and I get dumped from 'round
I don't like nothing about these boys, don't got no common ground
Geeked up with my bitch like we Whitney and Bobby Brown
It's 357 [?] with niggas on the ground
It's 357 [?] put niggas on they back, [?]
Tell a nigga what it is, but he better not answer back
I dump the mag on him 'cause that's the straw that broke the camel's back
He seen me come out the cut, he damn near had a heart attack
So I got hot shit if he's on the receiving end of that
Lil' jefe pop up out that cut, he got that f*ckin' mac
Better put down that .38, can't do nothing with that
I kick you niggas out the crib, I ain't f*ckin' with that
I almost shot him in the face 'cause he was talking back
I spent a thousand on this strap, these nigga getting chatty
Babygirl, what it do, I'm tryna be your babydaddy
[?] issue, abandon manners when I drop the hammer
I can't f*ck on no regular ho 'cause I got standards
Drop the dick inside this ho even though I can't stand her
The chopper sound like thunder, [?]
Me and my brother in the field, Payton and Eli Manning
I'll send a f*ck nigga to God like I'm Jesse Duplantis
I can't take you on a date 'cause, bitch, I'm not romantic
Smoking crack a pack straight to the face, I'm off this f*cking planet

[Verse 5]
[?]
If you ever in a glass house, don't throw no f*cking stones
I got .45 ACP, gon' break a nigga' bones
Jefe pop out the cut and took your ass like Mike Jones
You can't come around this way 'cause it's a no fly zone
Hoping outside, lurking like Sherlock Holmes
Got my choppa out, I'm in the nigga' yard like garden gnomes
Everytime I went on a mission, I left my f*ckin'
Everytime I went on a mission, I left my phone
BMG bring the heat to your f*ckin' headphones
Fly the nigga [?] send him to firestone
We gon' skin teeth, them skinbone niggas know what we on
If a [?] his moves, then he gon' get his mind blown
Niggas know I'm on everytime I left my home
Let bygones be bygones, bitch, I got my 9 on
These niggas p*ssy, when they go to bed they leave the lights on
I make the choppa sing like Beyoncé notes
Run inside the nigga crib to get his shit forclosed
I seen my brother beat a bone, he gave the bitch Stockholm
Got no backbone, we run that boy over like potholes
We don't pop kids, we do pop niggas and pop hoes
If you don't wanna get burned, then don't put ya hand on the stove
Me and my bruddas so locked in sometimes we share clothes
These niggas see me outside, act like they seen a UFO
Everybody bleed the same, what you acting scary for?
Drive through a nigga shit like I'm at the [?]
That nigga coping pleas, but I can't spare a no
Get down or lay down, everybody hit the floor
If you live in a
If you live in a glass house, don't throw no f*ckin' stones
I got .45 ACP, gon' break a nigga' bones
Jefe pop up out the cut and took your ass like Mike Jones
You can't come around this way 'cause it's a no fly zone
Hoping outside, lurking like Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes)
Got my choppa out, I'm in the nigga' yard like garden gnomes (Like garden gnomes)
Everytime I went on a mission, I left my phone
BMG bring the heat to ya f*ckin' headphones, yah

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