Involved
Involved

Niheem, Double'0 Meezy - Involved Lyrics

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Involved Lyrics

Only real niggas involved in the yea (Gang)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (Gang)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seeing more numbers then math
White on my neck said my shit look like meth (Woo)
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (Vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom!
Blast!
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast (Bow, bow, bow)
Off! Bitch I be rapping my ass off (Niheem)
Hopped inna jet then I lagged off (Vroom, yea)
Just like a river we made that boy log off (Uh, huh)
Suck on my dick bitch almost blew my top off (Ohh, fuck)
Shoutout lil top man y'all better free that man (On gang)
4k tray 4k clear so yall see the glance (Huh? What?)
I be whippin the pot on the stove for the green
So don't think bitch that we wont get peter panned (Yea, yea, yea)
Bitch I'm lucid my vision is different (Uh, huh)
Gold on my neck like I just got done pissin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Mark on ya x like a nigga was missin'
Fucked on ya bitch while ya sittin there kissin'
Bitches aint shit, not even the toilet
Paper, (Nah), I get to and gettin more haters (On god)
Green on my money no crocs bitch a gator (What?)
Eat up the pussy don't save none for later (Jupe, jupe, jupe)
Hopped in my bag like a trick for a treat (Uh, huh)
Ice on my neck and my wrist on my teeth
Y'all better duck bitch I aint talking peep
But its lil you peep R.I.P lil peep (Nah, nah, on god)
Rest up to all of my loved ones (Swear)
A group too much feelings can't hug one (I can't)
These niggas for real bitch they shoot for the kill wit the steel
Damn my niggas must love guns (What? Gtlow, bow, bow, jupe)
Only real niggas involved in the yea (Uh)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (What?)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seeing more numbers then math (What? How? Where?)
White on my neck said my shit look like meth (Wait)
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom! (Gtlow, bow)
Blast!
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast (Bow, bow, bow)
I just be steppin'
You can't finesse a finesser
I'll jus run another check up
This not a game, so nigga don't test us
I stay in the field, I'm tryn' get my rep up
I'm shootin' to kill, I aim for the neck up
I'm lurkin' like Suge, but this not a setup
Yea I'm from the hood, where we keep them tecs up
If I front you that pack, you better not mess up
She want the front, or back, I fuck wit the VLONE
Got blood on my shirt, I clutch with this heat on
Put him in the dirt, that mud what he sleep on
Step wrong or right, I'm gettin my creep on
You too deep in the field get yo head in the game
Bro 'bro shootin fasure don't get hit wit the flame
Catch me runnin' them 3s, they callin' me Dame
Nah this ain't no picture got knocked out the frame
Only real niggas involved in the yea (Gang)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (What?)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seein more numbers then math
White on my neck said that shit look like meth
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (What? Vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom! (Bow, bow)
Blast! (Gtlow, bow, bow, bow)
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast
(Bow, bow, bow)

Only real niggas involved in the yea (Gang)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (Gang)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seeing more numbers then math
White on my neck said my shit look like meth (Woo)
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (Vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom!
Blast!
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast (Bow, bow, bow)
Off! Bitch I be rapping my ass off (Niheem)
Hopped inna jet then I lagged off (Vroom, yea)
Just like a river we made that boy log off (Uh, huh)
Suck on my dick bitch almost blew my top off (Ohh, fuck)
Shoutout lil top man y'all better free that man (On gang)
4k tray 4k clear so yall see the glance (Huh? What?)
I be whippin the pot on the stove for the green
So don't think bitch that we wont get peter panned (Yea, yea, yea)
Bitch I'm lucid my vision is different (Uh, huh)
Gold on my neck like I just got done pissin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Mark on ya x like a nigga was missin'
Fucked on ya bitch while ya sittin there kissin'
Bitches aint shit, not even the toilet
Paper, (Nah), I get to and gettin more haters (On god)
Green on my money no crocs bitch a gator (What?)
Eat up the pussy don't save none for later (Jupe, jupe, jupe)
Hopped in my bag like a trick for a treat (Uh, huh)
Ice on my neck and my wrist on my teeth
Y'all better duck bitch I aint talking peep
But its lil you peep R.I.P lil peep (Nah, nah, on god)
Rest up to all of my loved ones (Swear)
A group too much feelings can't hug one (I can't)
These niggas for real bitch they shoot for the kill wit the steel
Damn my niggas must love guns (What? Gtlow, bow, bow, jupe)
Only real niggas involved in the yea (Uh)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (What?)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seeing more numbers then math (What? How? Where?)
White on my neck said my shit look like meth (Wait)
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom! (Gtlow, bow)
Blast!
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast (Bow, bow, bow)
I just be steppin'
You can't finesse a finesser
I'll jus run another check up
This not a game, so nigga don't test us
I stay in the field, I'm tryn' get my rep up
I'm shootin' to kill, I aim for the neck up
I'm lurkin' like Suge, but this not a setup
Yea I'm from the hood, where we keep them tecs up
If I front you that pack, you better not mess up
She want the front, or back, I fuck wit the VLONE
Got blood on my shirt, I clutch with this heat on
Put him in the dirt, that mud what he sleep on
Step wrong or right, I'm gettin my creep on
You too deep in the field get yo head in the game
Bro 'bro shootin fasure don't get hit wit the flame
Catch me runnin' them 3s, they callin' me Dame
Nah this ain't no picture got knocked out the frame
Only real niggas involved in the yea (Gang)
Fucked on ya bitch all she told you was yea (What?)
Get to the bag, get to the cash (Uh, huh)
Grinding been seein more numbers then math
White on my neck said that shit look like meth
Test like a dummy I hope I don't crash (What? Vroom, vroom)
Boom, boom! (Bow, bow)
Blast! (Gtlow, bow, bow, bow)
Shoot like a rocket get ready for blast
(Bow, bow, bow)

Writer(s): Richard Polk, Semajh Brooks
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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