Lil Nigga Lyrics - Murder For Hire 2 - Kevin Gates

Yea- 

My lil' niggas, I mean... 

All of them whippin' up foreign 

You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded 

You already know 

You know, and they move solo, you know 

Nigga really raising men out here, you heard me? 

My lil' niggas go hard, you know 

My lil' niggas 

I could never tell you nothing wrong 

Bitch you my lil' nigga, I just wanna see you strong 

My lil' niggas, thugging just like me you hold your own 

Young and got respect and your fuckin' money long 

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Bitch you my lil' nigga 

Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God 

Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge 

Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God 

Shout out to God, nigga I just whooped an open charge 

Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night 

Streets love me but fuck 'em, they tryna take me down 

Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds 

Outta town, I don't be outta bounds 

Too dirty I'm clutchin' 

2: 30 I'm jumpin' 

In and out the mix, it's too early for jugglin' 

Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy 

Swing back stop,.230s I'm drummin' 

We fucked the same bitch, she both thinkin' we love her 

He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be suckin' 

I don't pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber 

Okay I'm wrapped out, I'm out, she let me punt it 

That's how me and my lil' nigga rock it 

If she don't wanna be shared then we don't share 

But... 

Man you fuckin' with me? 

I'm about to come over there and come fuck with you 

Caught the nigga that had shopped me 

Hopped out -bow- with the clips there 

Over top you got in your ear 

Yea, G shit on the real 

Yea, sleep shit on the rear 

You know, street shit be for real 

Caught him, had to duck him out 

Name rangin' I let it clear 

Baby mama fuck with your partner 

Heart broken, just let it heal 

Respect level on the ten 

No sucka shit, don't pretend 

Pussy conversation, you ever grind then you in 

Big bricks on the bid 

Stand alone, you don't bend 

On the phone with coffee drinkers 

Reportin' live from the pen 

Rock one on the phone with me 

[?] he helped me out there 

Fuck with [?], he gutta he know we bout there 

'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there 

Shit, nigga what you doin' out there? 

Shit, yea bruh just hold it down 

You know you my lil' baby bruh 

You look just like me, I'm slangin' iron behind you