Nitty - North 2 West lyrics

[AR-AB] They take rap from me, I'm still getting money I just bought a brick and I'm still looking hungry Break it all down, might fry an onion Ladder in the Glock, the energizer bunny Cause it keep going, a hundred shot throwing Might add more fake soda cause it's potent Show me to the kitchen and I'ma do the dishes My road to the ritches, was cooking up a chicken n***a I'm a menace, and no I'm not Dennis Ride around Ack 47 in the engine Must be doing something right, my name getting mentioned The Feds try to not indict and hit me with a sentence So I plead the 5th, and you can eat a dick Bring 32 grand if you need a brick Call me at the office, if you need a shift So you can take the offer, or speak to my clip I got a big ego and a desert eagle Diddy dirty money I ain't never get it legal Organized crime better hit me with the RICO I'm in the field with Rico, a trunk full of kilos Bankroll hustle, talking all C Notes The oils come back, like it got repo'd Polo rugby, trey pound snubby Coke in the water, watch it do the douggie Hundred grand large, put it in the tucky Glock 17, it cut like Chucky Wizard of O Z's, no yellow road I had one goal, and that was sell 'em whole Ice in the freezer, bake in the panels I turned my aunt's house, to the cooking channel Stack on the ruler, I throw it in the pot Kari Hilson watch the pretty girl rock Na say go, he don't see stop Sitting on this block, clip like a mop One brick female, whiter than a seashell Paid thirty but I made eighty off the retail Murder say ride, I don't listen to the details Lil n***a's steal they don't k** like Ezal [Nitty] These 7's cost a 7 a crack I lose the work in the pot, the fork like a bike, pedal it back sh** when Meek was laying 2Pac Back, I was on that back block, trap crib, watching two pots of crack n***a, running round West Philly making hard sales They mad cause I get it cheaper, than a yard sale If I don't sign, 3 bricks had me situated One strip and three youngings I demonstrate it Last year I was broke, with a nut b**h This year we on top and I run sh** I wish a n***a try plotting on some [?] sh** And catch 50 bullet wounds from a drum clip 8 hollow heads open him up, from where they grind on the block and keep the coke in the tuck Selling hard white, all night, scratching the plate Drought time is no question if they stretching with bake You know, compact Mac mind, special my 8 My man down for a body, that's a helluva case Who tell 'em to wait? Who got oils? Who selling it straight? I need to draw early morn' you can call me at 8 Look, I take a block, make a stretch with a little cut We doing good, watch the clientele build up That dry kush got me dipping like I'm pilled up Still up, still tucked, Mac 90 filled up Only take me a minute to get to the point Now a days no rap, n***as gripping a toy Come where I be, they show you how I grip it and point I was told one headshot will stiffin your joints, yeah Every dollar I get, I try to stack it Now a days n***as be clink, try to snatch it Younging used to rumble, he grown, he got a ratchet Shoot it in your face no rap, John Paxson Nice with a 9, go to work with a 8 The four pound jump around like the work on a plate Back then, going ham with the bud Now I just chirp steady work call my man for the bud Look, I used to do that block dumb, all night serving If I throw it they recieve it like Mike Irving You got your hand on the can but you not squirting You got 62 grams but you not chirping