Nassty (feat. Lil Pino)

Yeah

I'm a nasty-arse ****, I kiss every single body part she got

I'm still a G

I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up

In OT

When they ask you who you work for you just point to number 29

And say you work for me

I know some **** that wouldn't do what they doin' in the kitchen

If it weren't for me

Henny in my cup, I got bored of sippin' mud

Roley on her arm, she been feeling like the one

Smoke until I'm calm, Gelato 41

Came up off a crumb

L.A. for the month

She my Fifi, she my Kiki, you know I'm her E.T.

Lay a finger on my darlin', that's a mazzaleeny

Five thousand on my nieces

Moncler when it's breezy

Send them shooters to your mum's

Thirty-thousand feet in my Adidas

Straight promethazine, it got me lean up

Take her to Dior, 'cause she a freak, yo

This is New Jack City, bitch, I'm Nino

Forty-thousand dollars when I reload

Gelato 41, no Sour D though

She want Fenty make-up when she fleek up

I hope they feel the same when we meet up

Yeah, yeah

I'm a nasty-arse ****, I kiss every single body part she got

I'm still a G

I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up

In OT

When they ask you who you work for you just point to number 29

And say you work for me

I know some **** that wouldn't do what they doin' in the kitchen

If it weren't for me

They must think I wanna die

LB out in L.A., he just went and crashed a Porsche

I'ma dive head-first in that pussy

Lil' Pino, darling, I don't show remorse

Yeah, I put the Range away, been looking so plain today

All of my VV's, look at these TT's, I feel like Flavor Flav

Buj on my Bathing Apes

Sell crack on my day-to-day

I call my shooter, he be a roofer, pull up and save the day, yeah

I'm a nasty-arse ****, I kiss every single body part she got

I'm still a G

I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up

In OT

When they ask you who you work for you just point to number 29

And say you work for me

I know some **** that wouldn't do what they doin' in the kitchen

If it weren't for me

I'm a nasty-arse ****, I kiss every single body part she got

I'm still a G

I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up

In OT

When they ask you who you work for you just point to number 29

And say you work for me

I know some **** that wouldn't do what they doin' in the kitchen

If it weren't for me