N-G-F Shit
Put on your shiesty grab your gloves it's time to do a drill
They think I'm playing this ain't no joke I'm finna get for real
Yeah
I'm finna get for real
This how you do a drill
I tell big bro to stop the whip I'm finna swing my door
I text his bitch to set him up I had to get his lo
I payed that ticket just to get it you know she said fasho
Can't wait to catch this pussy nigga we meeting toe to toe
I learned that from experience can't never trust a hoe
Ain't falling out about no bitch I'm locked in with the bros
Yeah
I'm locked in with the bros
We built a bond when I was young ain't looking for no more
Rule number 1 don't trust nobody just stay to yourself
Don't put your trust into a nigga I learned that in jail
Niggas talk behind your back they trynna see you fail
Even if you cross me I hope that you doing well
Rule number 2 don't get greedy and go slime your fam
I got scratch just like a CD Ian talking Lamb
Don't get a big head like you Gina be yourself like Pam
Don't believe what's on the net they do that for the gram
Rule number 3 get a solid bitch and play your role
You gotta peep all her red flags or she gon play it cold
Somebody that's gon hold it down and they gon never fold
Don't get back cool with none of these niggas if they ever told
Rule number 4 if they moving wrong just keep your space
Everything inside the dark gon come to light in day
And it get hard inside this world you gotta make a way
And we gon run it up together and put it in they face
Rule number 5 you gon have some days that make you wanna quit
Don't start that crying get up off yo ass and go and hit a lick
Go grab a blick before they do yo ass like Rick
Just buy one from the bro's because these niggas playing tricks
Rule number 6 you can't never get caught lacking
Watch your back inside these streets "No Diddy" niggas out here packing
Nah fr
Say these niggas out here packing
Just stay focused on your cheese get your money and keep stacking
Rule number 7 you gotta keep God in your life
Don't never switch up on him even if you doing right
Ain't nothing wrong with praising God I'm praying for my fam at night
I know they wanna kill me this the battle God gon fight
NGF Deezy - Street Lesson Lyrics
NGF Deezy - Street Lesson Lyrics
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N-G-F Shit
Put on your shiesty grab your gloves it's time to do a drill
They think I'm playing this ain't no joke I'm finna get for real
Yeah
I'm finna get for real
This how you do a drill
I tell big bro to stop the whip I'm finna swing my door
I text his bitch to set him up I had to get his lo
I payed that ticket just to get it you know she said fasho
Can't wait to catch this pussy nigga we meeting toe to toe
I learned that from experience can't never trust a hoe
Ain't falling out about no bitch I'm locked in with the bros
Yeah
I'm locked in with the bros
We built a bond when I was young ain't looking for no more
Rule number 1 don't trust nobody just stay to yourself
Don't put your trust into a nigga I learned that in jail
Niggas talk behind your back they trynna see you fail
Even if you cross me I hope that you doing well
Rule number 2 don't get greedy and go slime your fam
I got scratch just like a CD Ian talking Lamb
Don't get a big head like you Gina be yourself like Pam
Don't believe what's on the net they do that for the gram
Rule number 3 get a solid bitch and play your role
You gotta peep all her red flags or she gon play it cold
Somebody that's gon hold it down and they gon never fold
Don't get back cool with none of these niggas if they ever told
Rule number 4 if they moving wrong just keep your space
Everything inside the dark gon come to light in day
And it get hard inside this world you gotta make a way
And we gon run it up together and put it in they face
Rule number 5 you gon have some days that make you wanna quit
Don't start that crying get up off yo ass and go and hit a lick
Go grab a blick before they do yo ass like Rick
Just buy one from the bro's because these niggas playing tricks
Rule number 6 you can't never get caught lacking
Watch your back inside these streets "No Diddy" niggas out here packing
Nah fr
Say these niggas out here packing
Just stay focused on your cheese get your money and keep stacking
Rule number 7 you gotta keep God in your life
Don't never switch up on him even if you doing right
Ain't nothing wrong with praising God I'm praying for my fam at night
I know they wanna kill me this the battle God gon fight
Put on your shiesty grab your gloves it's time to do a drill
They think I'm playing this ain't no joke I'm finna get for real
Yeah
I'm finna get for real
This how you do a drill
I tell big bro to stop the whip I'm finna swing my door
I text his bitch to set him up I had to get his lo
I payed that ticket just to get it you know she said fasho
Can't wait to catch this pussy nigga we meeting toe to toe
I learned that from experience can't never trust a hoe
Ain't falling out about no bitch I'm locked in with the bros
Yeah
I'm locked in with the bros
We built a bond when I was young ain't looking for no more
Rule number 1 don't trust nobody just stay to yourself
Don't put your trust into a nigga I learned that in jail
Niggas talk behind your back they trynna see you fail
Even if you cross me I hope that you doing well
Rule number 2 don't get greedy and go slime your fam
I got scratch just like a CD Ian talking Lamb
Don't get a big head like you Gina be yourself like Pam
Don't believe what's on the net they do that for the gram
Rule number 3 get a solid bitch and play your role
You gotta peep all her red flags or she gon play it cold
Somebody that's gon hold it down and they gon never fold
Don't get back cool with none of these niggas if they ever told
Rule number 4 if they moving wrong just keep your space
Everything inside the dark gon come to light in day
And it get hard inside this world you gotta make a way
And we gon run it up together and put it in they face
Rule number 5 you gon have some days that make you wanna quit
Don't start that crying get up off yo ass and go and hit a lick
Go grab a blick before they do yo ass like Rick
Just buy one from the bro's because these niggas playing tricks
Rule number 6 you can't never get caught lacking
Watch your back inside these streets "No Diddy" niggas out here packing
Nah fr
Say these niggas out here packing
Just stay focused on your cheese get your money and keep stacking
Rule number 7 you gotta keep God in your life
Don't never switch up on him even if you doing right
Ain't nothing wrong with praising God I'm praying for my fam at night
I know they wanna kill me this the battle God gon fight
Writer: Deezy Lee
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