"Greedy Niggas" lyrics
Dee Mula & YTB Fatt Lyrics
I'm that nigga and I know it
See they love me they don't show it
Temper bad I snap
I ain't trying to shake these nigga's hand
I barely give them doubts
Got my own crib, my killers upstairs stretched out on the couch
I came through there it's a trap
Cause I got this for sale
This for sale, this pill will take you out
I heard I'm playin' with my dog
I heard I'm shootin' up out the store
I heard I'm screamin' when I'm bulletin'
I'm comin' out, it's cold
I heard I'm playin' with my dog
Today I'm chillin', got on Prada 7
Chillin' with these pretty bitches
Backseat with the seat let down
I'm suckin' on her titties
No, she gotta come back in and kill the whole bitch, bitch, bitch
I'ma max steal like my daddy
You don't know who I done killed
You weren't with me, you wasn't in this car
Anytime you come around, they gon' chill
Know you're a child, nigga
I know you a rat
Nigga, I know you a go-back-tail, son
Nigga, I know you a go-back-tail, son
Nigga, I know you a go-back-snitch
You a bitch
I don't need you around me, period
I'ma tweak, nigga
I'ma flip out
Can't even help these nigga's
It's chains around they neck, nigga they want more on they plate
I'm gonna tell you right now it's more than my fate
I got about six figures in my account
I left about six bitches in my house
Get hit in three six when I touch
When I hit this button, ain't nothing trying to kill something
Nigga had to get out the car, chase him down had to kill him
He a witness
I ain't had my face
I ain't know all those peoples out there
I feel like I really didn't care
I ain't care
We don't hit they block no more
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't done
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't on they block
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't tough
These nigga's ain't never done none of me
I'm outside every day in the street
Back my truck in, in the east
Left at my hood, nigga's, they where I'm from
Every day I go out and get it, nigga's, I don't care if they crumbs
How it feel waking up every day, nigga'son your phone?
How it feel waking up every day knowing Fox been in your bitch buns?
How you feel waking up wearing Reebok
How you feel waking up wearing a wire and telling some
I ran a mile running from my brothers
Bulletproof pods on the block
I pulled a mug and what you fucking starving?
If I would, that my hood. Four mil, that's the juke.
Two mil, that's on guns. Tell them something I wish I would
Sign with this or that, shit
Talk about crashing, nigga, do it
But front line with this Zay shit, name as my music
What's the feeling?
Can't make this up
Heard you in traffic with an unloaded drum
Different tax brackets now I bap bums
I got killers upstairs at the house right now taking a nap
In the other house, kill the front with lines and sniffing they peltz
They gon' tweak on something'
They gon' blick on something', make it switching routes
Put that blick on something', ho, give me your phone, or get out
I seen what he'll do, to get out
I seen what she'll do for a Goyard pelt
She just kill something, he fresh out
I need a smoke, I might buy a BP house
Going through enough, no commies scratching me out
Chilling with my niece at the house
See they love me they don't show it
Temper bad I snap
I ain't trying to shake these nigga's hand
I barely give them doubts
Got my own crib, my killers upstairs stretched out on the couch
I came through there it's a trap
Cause I got this for sale
This for sale, this pill will take you out
I heard I'm playin' with my dog
I heard I'm shootin' up out the store
I heard I'm screamin' when I'm bulletin'
I'm comin' out, it's cold
I heard I'm playin' with my dog
Today I'm chillin', got on Prada 7
Chillin' with these pretty bitches
Backseat with the seat let down
I'm suckin' on her titties
No, she gotta come back in and kill the whole bitch, bitch, bitch
I'ma max steal like my daddy
You don't know who I done killed
You weren't with me, you wasn't in this car
Anytime you come around, they gon' chill
Know you're a child, nigga
I know you a rat
Nigga, I know you a go-back-tail, son
Nigga, I know you a go-back-tail, son
Nigga, I know you a go-back-snitch
You a bitch
I don't need you around me, period
I'ma tweak, nigga
I'ma flip out
Can't even help these nigga's
It's chains around they neck, nigga they want more on they plate
I'm gonna tell you right now it's more than my fate
I got about six figures in my account
I left about six bitches in my house
Get hit in three six when I touch
When I hit this button, ain't nothing trying to kill something
Nigga had to get out the car, chase him down had to kill him
He a witness
I ain't had my face
I ain't know all those peoples out there
I feel like I really didn't care
I ain't care
We don't hit they block no more
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't done
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't on they block
Them pussy-ass nigga's ain't tough
These nigga's ain't never done none of me
I'm outside every day in the street
Back my truck in, in the east
Left at my hood, nigga's, they where I'm from
Every day I go out and get it, nigga's, I don't care if they crumbs
How it feel waking up every day, nigga'son your phone?
How it feel waking up every day knowing Fox been in your bitch buns?
How you feel waking up wearing Reebok
How you feel waking up wearing a wire and telling some
I ran a mile running from my brothers
Bulletproof pods on the block
I pulled a mug and what you fucking starving?
If I would, that my hood. Four mil, that's the juke.
Two mil, that's on guns. Tell them something I wish I would
Sign with this or that, shit
Talk about crashing, nigga, do it
But front line with this Zay shit, name as my music
What's the feeling?
Can't make this up
Heard you in traffic with an unloaded drum
Different tax brackets now I bap bums
I got killers upstairs at the house right now taking a nap
In the other house, kill the front with lines and sniffing they peltz
They gon' tweak on something'
They gon' blick on something', make it switching routes
Put that blick on something', ho, give me your phone, or get out
I seen what he'll do, to get out
I seen what she'll do for a Goyard pelt
She just kill something, he fresh out
I need a smoke, I might buy a BP house
Going through enough, no commies scratching me out
Chilling with my niece at the house
