TNT - Lil Dude

Fight, young nigga gon' fight

Sellin' that breakdown, mix it up with the dynamite

Nah, forreal

Y’all niggas don’t know about the up and down, nigga?

Really in the trenches, boy, you niggas out here playin' games, man

Ain’t I neither, and I’m smokin' a lot of that reefer

Ridin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil' bro Good Intent, ayy

Trapnanana, ooh

Came out the trenches, I had to go fight

Fight, young nigga gon' fight

Came up sellin' that breakdown and dynamite

Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?

Nigga, you fell off, you gon' be a’ight

I got the money, I don’t look light

Skinny-ass nigga, you playin' with life

I’m in the kitchen cookin', I ain’t cookin' no rice

Pussy-ass nigga, think twice

I’m sure as shit not shootin' dice

I had to stay down, catch a flight

Packs comin' in by tomorrow night

I got my gun and I know it’s right

I can’t trust these niggas like Uncle Ice

I’m still bussin' juugs off the pedal bike

Auntie say, «Ooh, this shit is dynamite»

You know you done fucked up, right?

Luciano, he don’t fuck with the mice

I’m still drinkin' lean from the other night

Nigga want beef, he ain’t gotta fight

I’ma pull up with that dynamite

I came up from sellin' that dynamite

I came up from sellin' the breakdown

Nigga, come through and come get you a breakdown

I got the loosies, gon' break down

Givin' them niggas a shakedown

Auntie say, «Ooh», she like how it taste now

I might go cop me a Wraith now

Luciano, he not underground

I just be bringin' them other sounds

And you know I got a hunnid rounds

And it be makin' them thunder sounds

This man gotta, gotta be different

They takin' shit and they always be trippin

It be hittin' niggas off in the distance

It don’t even care if it hit at your folks

It don’t even care if it hit at the Pope

I’m ridin' around, I’m the Pope

I’m ridin' around with the dope

Lil' nigga, better lay low

Came out the trenches, I had to go fight

Fight, young nigga gon' fight

Came up sellin' that breakdown and dynamite

Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?

Nigga, you fell off, you gon' be a’ight

I got the money, I don’t look light

Skinny-ass nigga, you playin' with life

I’m in the kitchen cookin', I ain’t cookin' no rice

Pussy-ass nigga, think twice

I’m sure as shit not shootin' dice

I had to stay down, catch a flight

Packs comin' in by tomorrow night

I got my gun and I know it’s right

I can’t trust these niggas like Uncle Ice

I’m still bussin' juugs off the pedal bike

Auntie say, «Ooh, this shit is dynamite»

You know you done fucked up, right?

You know you done fucked up, right?

You know you done fucked up, right?

Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?

You know you done fucked up, right?

You know you done fucked up, right?

You know you done fucked up, right?

Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?