Pudi lo - Intro Lyrics

Uh, for real, ayy
I ain't nigga move that, uh
I ain't nigga move that, uh
I ain't nigga move that, uh
I ain't nigga move that, uh
I ain't nigga move that, uh
I like to move that nigga, they come in a tune
Hit that glock, lil' niggas eat pain
I used to be out the door, nigga
Move this shit straight out the oven
This shit out the can
The boy on the back, she was clutchin
He came in that motherf*ckin' hutch
And she hop out the pan
He said, want the money, no rushin
I act the bitch up and I bust it out like I dance
Yo, these niggas in pain now
Shoot the bitch when I cop, nigga, pain now
I got a glock in this bitch, let it rain now
Locked in the studio, the mic on the stand now
The words in my head got me feelin' like Bane now
Shoot up this chump in the clean with the stain now
I'm f*ckin' this bitch in the pain now
If I hit on your bitch, ain't no stain now
Niggas know what I want, I been banged out
Niggas shoot this shit up in the can now
And put this shit up on the gangway
I been hittin' bitch up in the same way
Niggas know what I want, I been paying way
On my money, this ain't like the same, yeah
In the top, ain't no cotton in me band-aid
I'm on Robby, Lil' Mama the same day
If she try to run up, I beat this bitch up and it down
Like niggas been claimed that I ain't even addin' this shit
This shit comin' off, spit out the mic
I f*ck this bitch and I walk next to Mike
She say he still with this bitch and I might
I f*ck on this bitch and I rise, yeah
Niggas don't know what I want, yeah
I f*ck this bitch in the dump, yeah
Shot this bitch up and gon' funk, yeah
Niggas don't know what I hunt, yeah
I f*ck this bitch in the bunk, yeah
Shot this bitch up and I'm, yeah
I don't really know what I'm, yeah
I f*ck that bitch and I'm, yeah
Niggas don't know what I'm, yeah
I f*ck this bitch and I'm, yeah
Shot this bitch up two times in the back
I f*ck this bitch and beat it back in the ass
I whip this shit, that's f*ckin' niggas and that
All them niggas wanna whip in the chat
I got somethin' niggas thought that they had
I don't got money and I don't got fame
But these bitches, they know where they comin' at
I don't got a lot, somethin' bad
I gotta chop on niggas and chop in the back
If I want my lil' bitch gracious back
How the f*ck I'm gonna get in our station
Niggas like to mace in that
Word is comin', I ain't pacin' that
Ice up on me when I'm acin' that
Hit the bitches suckin' like I'm casin' that
Shot the bitches like they're vasin' that
Streamin' bitches like I'm casin' that
Niggas know what I'm bein' back
I shot a niggas like they're fadin' back
The money lost, but it's comin' back
Niggas shoot this shit, they're runnin' back
Ice up on me like a cunning bat
Hit the bitches like they're runnin' back
Ice up on me like a cunning bat
Ice up on me like a cunning bat
Ice up on me