Lil' Nono' - 419 lyrics

[Verse 1] Thumbs up to the 419 club You better show love or get the f** out here punk We keep it real in Toledo, State of Ohio You know I stay high, yo It's my dick ya b**hes ridin' on I stay swagged up and i'm chasin' gold like a leprechaun It's Lil' Nono' you come upon, you mess with me Just like amber alert, you'll be gone You know I stay SouthBound, You come round here, don't f** around and watch out I rebound, just like Chris Anderson, you wear Moccasins, and I rock Jordan Oh Lord man, I ball like Eric Gordon Watch me hit this three up in yo face like Ryan Anderson I ain't playin, now is it understood? If it is, then good, you can't ball like me, ya wish ya could I'll manufacture you like a packaged good Hope you comprehend when I say "f** out my hood!!" Craft ya like cabinet wood, My rhymes are so sick I think I need a nurse, no need to rehearse, I'll spit all these rhymes up at cha at once, they'll all burst Cast a spell upon yo a** just like a curse, After work, I take my paycheck to the club Chill with the b**hes and have a couple drinks, 32 Degrees in Maumee is the place to be Ya b**h give me 40 winks, That' how I know she down to f**, and s**, she'll slurp and spit me like Daffy Duck Buck Buck, This ain't Chief Keef, and this ain't Macaroni Time This is Lil' Nono's time to shine, ya I am white, and I still can rhyme, someday, I might even be the next Vanilla ice I stick to the notes you n***as skippin' lines, I'll cross ya like the State line, and cut ya off like A phone line You hating on me? Go wait in line by all the other chumps until I give a f**, lay yo a** in a Delivery Truck, garbage truck Pickup truck, however you want it, punk, now s** up, and don't get sad, cause I just burned yo a** like a f**ing heating pad Ya got problems? We can go toe-to-toe, ain't no jumpin', just one-on-one, fasho, Now stay bold, don't chicken out, cause i'ma Hit ya a** with one of these left hooks and lay ya a** out, lay ya a** flat like my new Television Knock you out so hard, you gone be catching Z's and losing vision, It's my decision, what i'm gonna do with you Then it's Judicial decision what my fate will be, you know I smoke tree, roll ya a** like a fat blunt of weed, indeed, It's kush wit dem beanz, you on them green beans, and herb tea, NoBoyz, that's my catch line, and it's the name of my mixtape, I stay on my grind These milimeters got 9, and it's 419, deuces b**h