Nazzy the Mic - 72666 Freestyle Lyrics

Riding through the city with no tint on
I don't got on designer, but I got that drip on
Just look on my neck, yeah I got that shit on
And I ain't renting that, lil nigga that shit owned
Mhmm Mhmm
I know who she gonna pick between me and you
You niggas be glass, I can see it right through
Still fuck twelve like six times two
Huh
Don't leave me lonely
Girl you know I fuck with you, I let you meet the homies
I don't fuck with rats, they too cheese macaroni
He don't want no beef, that boy turkey Bolognee
Gotta keep my head up, I don't like staring at the floor
I be getting blues lately, but I want some more
I'm paranoid I might kill the pizza man at the door
Fuck the ops, we still up the score
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah
I been getting racks nigga, I been getting to it
You be on the block, with the gang selling drugs flexing money, with that gun
But I bet you won't shoot it (I bet you won't shoot it)
I'm crazy, ruthless
I got hands, punch you toothless
And I been all alone, fuck her right I can take her soul
Spend the night, I might take your hoe ha
Fucking up bag like its nothing
I been fucking up her back like she nothing
Imma hit it and go
Not the type of nigga that talk a lot
I ain't giving out a clue, you can't get no info
Riding through the city in a new Benz
Feel like whoever made that song, 'No New Friends
Imma rep my block till the day I die nigga
I'm from Kash block yes 6 0
Don't respond, you get left on seen
Block your number you get left on green
Mhmmm
Momma said she wanna chauffeur
I put her right in that limousine
Mhmmm
I got drugs, baby I need more (I need more)
I got one crib, I need four (I need four)
Fuck the ops
Like a said, we still up the score
And I don't beef with no broke nigga or no hoe nigga
I got money they poor, they tryna ride the wave, got a half on me
Let's get high today, got some drip on me
Let get fly today
I am not in the mood, you can die today
You ain't tell me the truth, Why you lie to bae
Aint give you Prada but you my Prada bae
A hundred and forty-two flows
Let the beat ride, imma just switch as we go
Fuck it
Nigga I'm too paranoid to tuck it
I've been dragged through the mud
Dropped two tears in one bucket
Gave you half of my love and you still gave me nothing
I'm a demon from above, girl you knew this why you bugging
Got my kin, got my slime, got my boo with me
Got my bloods in the building, got some blues with me
You think that I'm dumb, bitch I know you screwing me
But I hit your friend and I asked her what she wanna do with me
Ha

Riding through the city with no tint on
I don't got on designer, but I got that drip on
Just look on my neck, yeah I got that shit on
And I ain't renting that, lil nigga that shit owned
Mhmm Mhmm
I know who she gonna pick between me and you
You niggas be glass, I can see it right through
Still fuck twelve like six times two
Huh
Don't leave me lonely
Girl you know I fuck with you, I let you meet the homies
I don't fuck with rats, they too cheese macaroni
He don't want no beef, that boy turkey Bolognee
Gotta keep my head up, I don't like staring at the floor
I be getting blues lately, but I want some more
I'm paranoid I might kill the pizza man at the door
Fuck the ops, we still up the score
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah
I been getting racks nigga, I been getting to it
You be on the block, with the gang selling drugs flexing money, with that gun
But I bet you won't shoot it (I bet you won't shoot it)
I'm crazy, ruthless
I got hands, punch you toothless
And I been all alone, fuck her right I can take her soul
Spend the night, I might take your hoe ha
Fucking up bag like its nothing
I been fucking up her back like she nothing
Imma hit it and go
Not the type of nigga that talk a lot
I ain't giving out a clue, you can't get no info
Riding through the city in a new Benz
Feel like whoever made that song, 'No New Friends
Imma rep my block till the day I die nigga
I'm from Kash block yes 6 0
Don't respond, you get left on seen
Block your number you get left on green
Mhmmm
Momma said she wanna chauffeur
I put her right in that limousine
Mhmmm
I got drugs, baby I need more (I need more)
I got one crib, I need four (I need four)
Fuck the ops
Like a said, we still up the score
And I don't beef with no broke nigga or no hoe nigga
I got money they poor, they tryna ride the wave, got a half on me
Let's get high today, got some drip on me
Let get fly today
I am not in the mood, you can die today
You ain't tell me the truth, Why you lie to bae
Aint give you Prada but you my Prada bae
A hundred and forty-two flows
Let the beat ride, imma just switch as we go
Fuck it
Nigga I'm too paranoid to tuck it
I've been dragged through the mud
Dropped two tears in one bucket
Gave you half of my love and you still gave me nothing
I'm a demon from above, girl you knew this why you bugging
Got my kin, got my slime, got my boo with me
Got my bloods in the building, got some blues with me
You think that I'm dumb, bitch I know you screwing me
But I hit your friend and I asked her what she wanna do with me
Ha