New Nina Video (MV)

Mr. Get Right on the beat, Bitch
Never one to trip in the presence of a bad bitch
Treat her like she's average, then I smoke some cabbage
My new nina singing like she's tryna win a pageant
And I tote the burner thought a nigga was a black smith
Call us cigarettes cause we will straight kill you
You must be sight or sound cause my niggas they don't feel you
Merk you just like mildew, banana clips will peel you
Think my niggas won't, but all of them will do
Do it for the money, leave a f*ck nigga bloody
Kill you and your buddies cause a nigga too nutty
No prints in the dirt that's word to silly putty
Hitman for hire day and night Kid Cudi
Off with your head when we poppin' the lead
On to the case then the cops wind up dead
Tossed in the shed, do what the boss says
My tech just told me on God I need rest
Feelin' myself when I step in the buildin'
Killers be killin' stackin bodies to the ceiling
Ceelo Green its f*ck you with those feeling
If I got rich I'd still be dealing
Been real my whole life and I put that shit on Jesus
Homicide hate me cause we killin' for no reason
Make a million dollars and my niggas still be fiending
Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing
Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing
Whippin' and wheelin' robbin' and stealing
Taylor on the beat bitch
Aye Taylor f*ck with me