Yung Trae - Nyia's Song lyrics

[Intro] It's like four A.M., we out here you heard me Shout out all my old hoes you heard me, yeah [Verse: Yung Trae] Double tapping her latest post, pour a cup of that combination My lawyer Jewish for your information, ironic how my camp concentrate'in On another money mission, wanna battle I'mma beat ya New snakes don't rattle they just ask you for a feature New slaves don't judge, 'cause we already know that we ain't sh** either Mama on the move, got raised by my teacher n***a was my daddy from the 1st to the 5th I was in the trap boy the 1st and the 5th-tenth Used to hide d** underneath the kitchen sink When I pull a gun boy you better not blink Your days are numbered like calendars, your b**h love my honesty My big bro still my hero, my sis still my savior Still spending money on White Owls, no gla** bowls or no papers My b**h buy me condoms, the kind that come in flavors He work in mysterious ways, but be work'in in my favor Can't fade me b**h I'm tapered Leave your avenue taped off, and you stitched up like baseballs My shades dark, my n***a Ray Charles Her hand all in my free forms, I eat her out while I'm home alone I'd unlock my free forms before I let her unlock my phone Dirty shoes but she love that sh**, I love you too and your dancer body I just rented a Maserati, got it smelling like Diesel These peoples, and they evils Rather spark up with Reyna, and play some Beanie Sigel Smoke an eighth all to myself, so my lungs are very much blackened Piru so I pop ya if you ever ask me what's crack'in We make a P.O.V., the camera roll'in and she act'in My skinny b**h self conscious, I caught her on a scale She said: "Nino, why you trappin'?", guess she found my other scale Tell me focus on my rap sh**, especially 'cause the city back me I'll get rid of my trap sh** when you get rid of your acne n***a that's some Proactiv sh** I'm an active suwooper, I'm a pro at gettin' active, sh** Pills in the pocket of my cargos, more cargos than John Cena I died more than the Undertaker, that Xanax brought me back b**h I'm too broke to act rich, but paid enough to make her wanna f** I'm Mr.Right and she Lady Luck I'm in the cut, I'm in the cut Smoke'in doobies, bump'in Boosie Play'in sensitive, talk'in poets out their g-strings Up top two bee stings, she asked can I show her that [?] Shorty's Wonder Woman to her damn teamn Saved my number as Hal Jordan, 'cause she know I'm gettin' green, 'cause she know I'm gettin' green Don't be goose'in 'less it's grey, don't you FaceTime me with clothes on Don't sip from out my cup, 'less you think you 'bout that life I be on my Chris Rock, boy I Think I Love My Wife Then Nyia replied to my text message and now I'm reconsidering [Outro: Four Letterz] You a b**h a** n***a, n***a you a b**h You a b**h a** n***a, You a b**h a** n***a Oh sh** I forgot to star 67 Hello? Aye, what's up Trae, my n***a What's up, son? Aye, what's P number? Hit me back