Ransom - Fuck That Nigga

Winter's coming, it's cold out, in the middle of Juno

Dinner's coming them rose out, we don't eat with no spoon no

My niggas eat with them bare hands, don't fear god, don't fear men

I don't know bout y'all niggas, quarter street you gonna have red

Pulled up in that elbo, old school with no shell toes

Them bitches stuck with no Velcro

They need a ride I say hell no

Hell no, fell bitch, you don't smell what I smell hoe

That loud shit, guns on back on that crowd fit

When them shells close

We don't fuck with no hoe niggas

We don't fuck with no hoe bitches

You know snitches that know snitches

I look good but I flow vicious

Bet that, me and my niggas don't sweat that

Long as we get them checks that,

Y'all niggas gonn have to respect that, we gonn rep that!

[Hook] x 2

Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!

He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!

My niggas don't trust that nigga

These bitches don't trust that nigga

They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga

God damn my back hurt, the way I carry these plans out
You know how quickly that gap work

You gonna have to carry your men's out

These hoes happy they bread's out

Talking bout red, could you hang you

But you red cheer with no plans big

Put your ass 6 so let's bang out

You don't know what this gang bout

You running high with them bands out

We surviving that cane drought,

Full of porch but that same house

I heard y'all y'all balling, telling one of them stories

Y'all got money before me

Cause it's all pay with no glory

Cut that lil chain with that 40, case niggas wanna do something

I'm John Wayne with that 40, I bet niggas can't do nothing

Best to watch y'all next step, this is more than a death threat

Y'all dickheads get wrapped up, pussy niggas is get wet

[Hook] x 2

Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!

He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!

My niggas don't trust that nigga

These bitches don't trust that nigga

They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga.