- NEIGHBORHOOD SUPPLIER 歌詞 Justin Rarri Stunna 4 Vegas
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- Justin Rarri Stunna 4 Vegas
- (FreshDuzIt)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]
Tell the hoe I'm too raw
Brodie got tight cause a nigga like me pipe his stepsister
Nigga get the **** off
You cannot walk in my section cause I am a big stepper
Never ran by a boss
I never had a job, I dont know how to use Swiffers
And I dont say miss, and I got them blicks for gorillas (For Gorillas)
Bitch, I put the B in beast mode, and without it Id still be in east mode
You can catch me all over the east coast
****ing round, having bitches on me, ho
Mixing up the Quavo, no Migos
No disrespect to the Migos
Got Chanel-y, I know you can see, ho
Got them foreign bitches, they illegal
Had to jugg all through the hood
You aint ****ing with me, understood bitch?
I been staying the racks as I should, bitch
Whipping up like Im Pablo, no Hoodrich
Ima treat her like a dog, I dont bullshit
Been here before, I does this
I got them ounces, whatever you wanted, nigga, hundred pounds of the good shit
[Chorus: Justin Rarri & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, Ima hire
Bitch, Im a boss, I let you have it
Ima **** up your lungs, I cause damage (4X)
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, Ima hire
Bitch, Im a boss, I let you have it
Ima **** up your lungs, I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Bitch, Im a boss, I get you off
I get to lettin that glizzy off
Put cake on his head if he piss me off
Ayy, Im really tryna get rid of yall (Okay)
Im the party, they know I set it off
I really live what I be telling yall
Cant nobody do it better, dawg
Walk in arenas, I aint playin basketball
I think Im Michael Myers, somebody dying (Bah-bah-bah)
Bullets flying, talk out his top , take off his mind
Bust the face, cant tell the time
Bust in her face, tell her she mine
Bro bust the K, wont drop a dime
I went and bought more fire when I signed
But I brought em back to the hood
Yeah, you know Im still in the hood, bitch
That one-way bout gunplay, or you can come get you some good shit
We gangbang, Im 9 Trey but my nigga big Crip
Stick talk, them shits speak
I send a blitz and get a nigga whip flipped
[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
Neighborhood supplier, uh, Michael Myers
Smoke, you get hired
And they say he a killer, bring him home, Ima hire
Bitch, Im a boss, I let you have it
Ima **** up your lungs , I cause damage
They wanna come back like they drug addicts
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