Namiii - Fiddle Lyrics

Grief inside the papers, All my problems in the vapors
Niggas thinkin cribs
I'm fantasizing "bout" some acres
Her skin high yellow, weed purple it's the lake show
I'm just a reflection, Niggas still love to hate tho
Sessions got the vibe of a sanctum
Red and blue pill, I pick the latter if I take one
Real ones relate, you confused if you "ain't" one
Waiting till that day come
When niggas act brave and come at me on some rap shit
Niggas strong winded till you leave a nigga gasping
Till I lose breath, I'm in the studio blasting
Hold ya applause till a nigga finish clapping
On ya singles lying bout you pain, "yous" a actress
I'm not into arguments I'm interested in action
Rap and kill pussy, yellow tape around the mattress
FedEx drop off make a package do a backflip
Get a Spade beat and make and track to a classic
Money trail for me gotta come in different facets
Switch the style up then laugh at how they reacting
I thought rap died, motherf*cker what happened?

And I'm Smacked just a little
Couple "Hunnids" that I fiddle wit
Racks on my mental

And I black wit a pencil
On a crack instrumental
Lotta flame through my dental

And It's all fundamental
Bouta ya bread I'm f*ckin wit you
Nigga Cash be the riddle

And my pack too official
Mad wolves in circle
Don't want us to come a get you

On 10 from 12am to 12am
Only time I rest is when I'm praying bout my sins
Diamonds on my dome like a niggas playing sims
Fakest niggas be the first to tell you "gon" win
I don't get it, all that "cappin" for and internet and shit is not permitted
Niggas wanna see me throw the towel in I'm too Comitted
Too legit, I'm truly different
You gon have to walk inside the Jordan's just to so you can get it
Toolie spittting
I go hooligan, Long as the loop is hittin
Foolish nigga
Countin out the Gawd, guess y'all don't do religion
I don't say my plans that's when niggas way too offended
Niggas get to swinging at ya feet once they see you ascending
I intended all the hate Coming
Don't like disrespect then I'm all the way frontin'
I don't run from nothing come and get it if you want it
Make sure that you catch me when I fiddle through the hunnids
For the money bet I'm "gunnin"

And I'm Smacked just a little
Couple "Hunnids" that I fiddle wit
Racks on my mental

And I black wit a pencil
On a crack instrumental
Lotta flame through my dental

And It's all fundamental
Bouta ya bread I'm f*ckin wit you
Nigga Cash be the riddle

And my pack too official
Mad wolves in circle
Don't want us to come a get you