Nuskie Living Lyrics by BIG30
I’m in the booth right now thinking bout Nuskie
I’m so fucking high
Swear it’s so hard to leave that murder zone
Cant’t leave until some die
Shit broke my heart to look Miss Sheila in her eyes and watch her cry
And Pooh Bear out is his top since you been gone all lil bruh know is slide
But I can’t knock him
He done got a lil taste of blood ain’t no way I can stop him
10 shots from the switch kilt him so quick that pussy couldn’t holla
They got me fucked up I lost Nuskie turnt round and lost Dolla
Forever smoke on my daughter
Till all of them bitches slaughtered
I want all them pussies dead
Ain’t no monkey in the middle
Monkeys catch one to the head
Try to set me up I’m putting that draco right between ya legs
Soon I squeeze this trigger put yo clit by yo head on the bed
I Never think with my dick
Think with my Glock trust in my aim
He let a baby set him up his ass a dead shame
60 shots all through his back left him laid up with bed stains
We live by L.O.E loyalty of everything
Swear since I lost you n**** I been getting high as I can
Percocet, Percocet, Wockhart, exotic, and xan
I can’t be sober dealing with this too much for one man
Standing on business taking whatever come with the plan
Ima stick with the plan taking whatever come with it
30 the murder man ima send shots at ya fitted
I bet not drop a bag on one
Everybody gone get it
I’m ebk might drop a million on yo whole committee
A, and lately I been feeling like the last man standing
And ima keep on spending till they last man vanish
For speaking on my n****
Got hit with this drac and panicked
And you a hoe under them jeans yo bitch ass wearing panties
I remember t hugging on Willet all the way back to Janis
Way before rapping I was trapping posted with the matic
You speak on Nuskie you gone die now look at him exactly
You can go ask him how he does but he can’t say what happen
For thinking I’m just rapping
For thinking I won’t pull a massacre or a family tragedy
One day he here next day he gone
We call that murder magic
Spit thunder out my Glock boy don’t get shot and feel that static
Blrrrd Blrrrd
That’s them choppas rapid
You hear that sound that mean them membas near with automatics
Don’t want no tec
Don’t want no tris
I got a wocky habit
In love with fast cars,codeine and Percocet tablets
I can’t wait to switch you up and finish with the drac
I can’t wait to stand over ya 8 shots to the face
I can’t wait to catch ya on the interstate with bae
Or catch ya out to eat put your face on the dinner plate
Rick Owens
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrd
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Blrrrd Blrrrd
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
It’s a yeah situation got off but ain’t get away
Can’t just say you choppa gang go put one up go get a drac
Taking pics with all these guns gone get put up you in the way
Must don’t believe in feds or you gone rat and help out on the case
Paralyzed feet to the waist
When we pop out it’s a murder
Air’em out one to the face
We come through flipping shit like burgers
Fucked’em up we hurt’em know he not on his ass like a girdle
10 shots to his back put’em on his stomach face down like a turtle
Still got all my cars that’s 7 whips ain’t no buy sell and trade
Burberry hit off the Christian Loun and bloody stepping gave it
My lil n**** came back off a M gave a 10 to woo brazy
Bet any n**** play got shit or kilt and I put that on baby
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
N***** get shot in they face for all that talking shit
Police on my ass in every state but they ain’t stopping shit
I like fucking bitches buying cars dumping on oops and shit
It’s 220 up on this cts-v ain’t no stopping this
Run in yo house where the cash
Pussy this a home invasion
Hit him with the 12 gauge knocked his meat on the kitchen table
Bitch we got them flavors
Got biscotti, truffle by the acres
Negotiate with all the killers get money pop shit with players
We on catch no feelings we catch bodies n****
Fucked a lotta n***** bitches and kilt a lot of n*****
Ran through so many pistols
Pulled a lot of triggers
Ho’d out a lot of n***** free my partner n**** (Free Big Shiesty)
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
