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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nef The Pharaoh
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Two.Fifteens
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch, look at my motherfuckin' neck (At my neck)
She see me in the traffic and she wrecked
Rapper **** want some money, call Stretch
Make one false move and get left (Pow pow pow)
You was PC'd up with no rec time
While I was at the bank, like it's check time (Get money)
Chang the barber, bitch I cut every line
K rollin' nerds, it's cut everytime
You pussy boys smell like hella period
With the gold plated chains you can't be serious (What the fuck)
Fake thugs don't put no fear in us
The only one I fear ain't even here enough (God!)
Icy neck full of rocks
Bitch I wear it, would make the Titanic stop
Where was you at when we was gettin' on cops
We're tryna stop **** from tryna cop that glittery shit
[Verse 2]
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
[Verse 3]
Why your bottom bitch got a **** a neck froze? (Drownin')
Diamonds changin' colors like a gecko
Bling-Blaow, VVS make my chest go
Fake ****, snake ****, fuck it let that TEC blow
Run up with that bullshit, rrrah, now his chest gone
For a long time, I was the same **** slept on
950 Yeezys, broke bitches get stepped on
And for my **** Chang Chang, I let that TEC blow
Real north ****, never been a dork ****
Why fonk with y'all? You the type to go to court, ****
Fuck a Honda Civic, I'm a droptop Porsche ****
Four-Five heat stick, bounce out and torch ****
S-O-D bitch, if you ain't gang, don't pronounce it
Juugin' for them Ps, **** we don't flip ounces
It's money over here, broke bitch, don't come around us
Diamonds like water, got a young **** drownin'
[Verse 4]
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
[Verse 5]
Shinin' like a crystal ball, I'm finna break dance
**** test me? He won't make it (Uh-uh)
Where your diamonds at? I cannot see 'em in the dark
You a Sharpie, that ain't a compliment, I'm callin' you a mark
Dipped in butter, all the hoes fed up
My neck is on (Wow), your neck is on (Shut up)
You the type of **** that scared of the diamond tester
And I'm the type of the **** that fuck your bitch off in the Tesla
I'ma Sick Wid It soldier, Neffy took over
You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall, I see you post though
It go twinkle-twinkle, punk ass star (Punk ass star)
How come your diamonds don't hit that hard?
My shit hit like a pimp on his broad
My shit hit like bass in the car
She tryna race to the car, made her give me face in the car
I don't need a flashlight, I use my chain in the dark (Ugh)
[Verse 6]
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, blindin' (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow (Whoa)
Look at my neck bling blaow, shinin' (Whoa)
Written by: Abraham Adams, Andrew Patrick Adams, Jabbar Brown, Tonee Hayes, Writer Unknown