NC
These niggas got me on this seventeen-hour flight
Niggas not tryna do none of this shit (on mamas)
Nigga, what the f*ck?
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma call you back, though
Nigga, the order coming in though?
Shut yo' bitch-ass up, nigga, you already know, nigga
I ain't finna say too much on this mo-
What you want me to say on the phone, you weird ass nigga?
(Politic) Alright, I'ma call you back later
Out in Belgium, had to go f*ck with my plug for the week
Had a good conversation, all them bitches come for cheap
I'm that nigga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
Two seater, big Bentley, money fallin' out the seats
Rj tried to take it out, I told him, "Leave it in the sink"
When a nigga off that Henny, swear to God that I don't blink
What's that shit you say? Oh, hol' on, bitch, you know that we can link
In real life, these niggas hoes, but be killers on the beat
With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
They grip, oh you can tell, I call that bitch my "Pocket Rocket"
Plug my niggas with my plug and now they callin' me to sock it
Told 'em, "Keep it on the low," because you know them bitches watchin'
My first time sellin' poles, I saved up and bought some robin
Only nigga in my city made it out because I'm poppin'
Bitch, I've been from the South, so get my dick out yo' mouth
Niggas really ain't know me, they just talkin' for clout
Niggas better stop all that high power shit
'Cause if a nigga askin' for it, it's gon' come
You told me I gotta disguise my voice
Nigga hit me in my DMs talkin' 'bout he need P's
Talkin' 'bout he got a band for a P
Shut your bitch-ass up, nigga
Bitch, I was kickin' doors, sellin' dro', tryna run my bands up
Tell 'em, "Get on the floor," then tie that nigga hands up
Got the drop from your bitch, now I'm finna pick my bands up
The scenery get iffy, that's gon' get you and your mans bust
Pop, now your sister, she got shot with that AK
Same shit, different day now, I'm just posted with DaeDae
Tay gon' take a trip to Vegas 'cause I told him, "It's payday"
I'm that nigga that be callin' all the shots like I'm Ray-Ray
This ain't no deuce deuce, bitch, you see the .974
I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' stick to the code
I know a couple of hard niggas that went down on they toes
Preachin' hella politics, but went down and they fold
Fake-ass ho, G, real shit, you a bitch
Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick
I found out niggas rattin', we gon' bury his kids
Why these niggas think they safe zone over the bridge?
Bitch, I've been thuggin' since a youngin'
Remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins
Bitch, he's not a gangster Crip
Nigga try to disrespect my rep, then I'ma empty out the clip
YBN Nahmir - Belgium Lyrics
YBN Nahmir - Belgium Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
NC
These niggas got me on this seventeen-hour flight
Niggas not tryna do none of this shit (on mamas)
Nigga, what the f*ck?
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma call you back, though
Nigga, the order coming in though?
Shut yo' bitch-ass up, nigga, you already know, nigga
I ain't finna say too much on this mo-
What you want me to say on the phone, you weird ass nigga?
(Politic) Alright, I'ma call you back later
Out in Belgium, had to go f*ck with my plug for the week
Had a good conversation, all them bitches come for cheap
I'm that nigga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
Two seater, big Bentley, money fallin' out the seats
Rj tried to take it out, I told him, "Leave it in the sink"
When a nigga off that Henny, swear to God that I don't blink
What's that shit you say? Oh, hol' on, bitch, you know that we can link
In real life, these niggas hoes, but be killers on the beat
With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
They grip, oh you can tell, I call that bitch my "Pocket Rocket"
Plug my niggas with my plug and now they callin' me to sock it
Told 'em, "Keep it on the low," because you know them bitches watchin'
My first time sellin' poles, I saved up and bought some robin
Only nigga in my city made it out because I'm poppin'
Bitch, I've been from the South, so get my dick out yo' mouth
Niggas really ain't know me, they just talkin' for clout
Niggas better stop all that high power shit
'Cause if a nigga askin' for it, it's gon' come
You told me I gotta disguise my voice
Nigga hit me in my DMs talkin' 'bout he need P's
Talkin' 'bout he got a band for a P
Shut your bitch-ass up, nigga
Bitch, I was kickin' doors, sellin' dro', tryna run my bands up
Tell 'em, "Get on the floor," then tie that nigga hands up
Got the drop from your bitch, now I'm finna pick my bands up
The scenery get iffy, that's gon' get you and your mans bust
Pop, now your sister, she got shot with that AK
Same shit, different day now, I'm just posted with DaeDae
Tay gon' take a trip to Vegas 'cause I told him, "It's payday"
I'm that nigga that be callin' all the shots like I'm Ray-Ray
This ain't no deuce deuce, bitch, you see the .974
I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' stick to the code
I know a couple of hard niggas that went down on they toes
Preachin' hella politics, but went down and they fold
Fake-ass ho, G, real shit, you a bitch
Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick
I found out niggas rattin', we gon' bury his kids
Why these niggas think they safe zone over the bridge?
Bitch, I've been thuggin' since a youngin'
Remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins
Bitch, he's not a gangster Crip
Nigga try to disrespect my rep, then I'ma empty out the clip
These niggas got me on this seventeen-hour flight
Niggas not tryna do none of this shit (on mamas)
Nigga, what the f*ck?
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma call you back, though
Nigga, the order coming in though?
Shut yo' bitch-ass up, nigga, you already know, nigga
I ain't finna say too much on this mo-
What you want me to say on the phone, you weird ass nigga?
(Politic) Alright, I'ma call you back later
Out in Belgium, had to go f*ck with my plug for the week
Had a good conversation, all them bitches come for cheap
I'm that nigga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
Two seater, big Bentley, money fallin' out the seats
Rj tried to take it out, I told him, "Leave it in the sink"
When a nigga off that Henny, swear to God that I don't blink
What's that shit you say? Oh, hol' on, bitch, you know that we can link
In real life, these niggas hoes, but be killers on the beat
With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
They grip, oh you can tell, I call that bitch my "Pocket Rocket"
Plug my niggas with my plug and now they callin' me to sock it
Told 'em, "Keep it on the low," because you know them bitches watchin'
My first time sellin' poles, I saved up and bought some robin
Only nigga in my city made it out because I'm poppin'
Bitch, I've been from the South, so get my dick out yo' mouth
Niggas really ain't know me, they just talkin' for clout
Niggas better stop all that high power shit
'Cause if a nigga askin' for it, it's gon' come
You told me I gotta disguise my voice
Nigga hit me in my DMs talkin' 'bout he need P's
Talkin' 'bout he got a band for a P
Shut your bitch-ass up, nigga
Bitch, I was kickin' doors, sellin' dro', tryna run my bands up
Tell 'em, "Get on the floor," then tie that nigga hands up
Got the drop from your bitch, now I'm finna pick my bands up
The scenery get iffy, that's gon' get you and your mans bust
Pop, now your sister, she got shot with that AK
Same shit, different day now, I'm just posted with DaeDae
Tay gon' take a trip to Vegas 'cause I told him, "It's payday"
I'm that nigga that be callin' all the shots like I'm Ray-Ray
This ain't no deuce deuce, bitch, you see the .974
I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' stick to the code
I know a couple of hard niggas that went down on they toes
Preachin' hella politics, but went down and they fold
Fake-ass ho, G, real shit, you a bitch
Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick
I found out niggas rattin', we gon' bury his kids
Why these niggas think they safe zone over the bridge?
Bitch, I've been thuggin' since a youngin'
Remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins
Bitch, he's not a gangster Crip
Nigga try to disrespect my rep, then I'ma empty out the clip
Writer: Aaron Alexander Christian, Nicholas Simmons, Rj Lamont
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Performed By: YBN Nahmir
Length: 2:10
Written by: Aaron Alexander Christian, Nicholas Simmons, Rj Lamont