Man, shit ain't nun though
We don't even know what f*ckin type beat this is though, but me and my nigga Brady, whoever the f*ck else, go crazy on this shit though
Man, Just 300 in the booth
Still my nigga Hope bday and shit
Yeah whatever man
Shit, ain't nun
Whole gang just do this shit for fun (Too easy)
If it ain't about that money, tell that hoe, hush (stfu)
Niggas can't smoke with us jigga blunts
Dirty pigsty cups
Never been a rookie, you could probably look me up
300 snake you for a Lamb' truck
Whole mob got your hoe oinked up (duh)
Hoe, feening for white drugs (wtf?)
We got all night told her slow up (slow down)
He wanna buy some sauce, he ain't got enough (He ain't got it)
Dropped a ten inside my cup, but still can't feel nun
When I come in with that gun, nowhere for you to run (nope)
I'm talking real shit no this not a f*cking pun
I'm the typa nigga, leave a f*cking bitch stunned
Dropped a band on this jacket, but it still ain't nun (ain't nun)
After I f*ck you hoe, you know that it's f*cking done
Uh, yeah, it's f*cking done, yeah
Can't act like I got regrets (hell naw)
Won't ever catch me on the f*cking set
Tricked the hoe off, bought her a bigger chest (trick)
Mafia untouchable, don't need no vest
Had to make sure that backdoor checked
Or we gon' get your whole gang f*cking wet
Yeah, Hope in the cut
Shooting your hoe, she a lil slut
Put her on the cam, and now she going nuts
Yeah, we ball 2020 bucks (swishhh)
Not two, or three, but you know I'm the number one
Bro want some zeros, and he talking a honey bun
Bro, you a bitch, you can't even make a honey cum
Can't keep her around, cause I know she a one and done (slut)
They talking hot, so you know they my f*cking son
She give me brain so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Hmm, so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Mixing the purple in the cup like a f*cking plum
Hand on her neck while I'm up in her f*cking tum
Banging shit, banging shit like a f*cking drum
Stress the hoe so bad that she lost all her f*cking bum
I kill all your homies, and I throw them in the f*cking trunk
Jason Carter - Aint Nun (feat. Leslie Porticus & Ca$t) Lyrics
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Man, shit ain't nun though
We don't even know what f*ckin type beat this is though, but me and my nigga Brady, whoever the f*ck else, go crazy on this shit though
Man, Just 300 in the booth
Still my nigga Hope bday and shit
Yeah whatever man
Shit, ain't nun
Whole gang just do this shit for fun (Too easy)
If it ain't about that money, tell that hoe, hush (stfu)
Niggas can't smoke with us jigga blunts
Dirty pigsty cups
Never been a rookie, you could probably look me up
300 snake you for a Lamb' truck
Whole mob got your hoe oinked up (duh)
Hoe, feening for white drugs (wtf?)
We got all night told her slow up (slow down)
He wanna buy some sauce, he ain't got enough (He ain't got it)
Dropped a ten inside my cup, but still can't feel nun
When I come in with that gun, nowhere for you to run (nope)
I'm talking real shit no this not a f*cking pun
I'm the typa nigga, leave a f*cking bitch stunned
Dropped a band on this jacket, but it still ain't nun (ain't nun)
After I f*ck you hoe, you know that it's f*cking done
Uh, yeah, it's f*cking done, yeah
Can't act like I got regrets (hell naw)
Won't ever catch me on the f*cking set
Tricked the hoe off, bought her a bigger chest (trick)
Mafia untouchable, don't need no vest
Had to make sure that backdoor checked
Or we gon' get your whole gang f*cking wet
Yeah, Hope in the cut
Shooting your hoe, she a lil slut
Put her on the cam, and now she going nuts
Yeah, we ball 2020 bucks (swishhh)
Not two, or three, but you know I'm the number one
Bro want some zeros, and he talking a honey bun
Bro, you a bitch, you can't even make a honey cum
Can't keep her around, cause I know she a one and done (slut)
They talking hot, so you know they my f*cking son
She give me brain so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Hmm, so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Mixing the purple in the cup like a f*cking plum
Hand on her neck while I'm up in her f*cking tum
Banging shit, banging shit like a f*cking drum
Stress the hoe so bad that she lost all her f*cking bum
I kill all your homies, and I throw them in the f*cking trunk
We don't even know what f*ckin type beat this is though, but me and my nigga Brady, whoever the f*ck else, go crazy on this shit though
Man, Just 300 in the booth
Still my nigga Hope bday and shit
Yeah whatever man
Shit, ain't nun
Whole gang just do this shit for fun (Too easy)
If it ain't about that money, tell that hoe, hush (stfu)
Niggas can't smoke with us jigga blunts
Dirty pigsty cups
Never been a rookie, you could probably look me up
300 snake you for a Lamb' truck
Whole mob got your hoe oinked up (duh)
Hoe, feening for white drugs (wtf?)
We got all night told her slow up (slow down)
He wanna buy some sauce, he ain't got enough (He ain't got it)
Dropped a ten inside my cup, but still can't feel nun
When I come in with that gun, nowhere for you to run (nope)
I'm talking real shit no this not a f*cking pun
I'm the typa nigga, leave a f*cking bitch stunned
Dropped a band on this jacket, but it still ain't nun (ain't nun)
After I f*ck you hoe, you know that it's f*cking done
Uh, yeah, it's f*cking done, yeah
Can't act like I got regrets (hell naw)
Won't ever catch me on the f*cking set
Tricked the hoe off, bought her a bigger chest (trick)
Mafia untouchable, don't need no vest
Had to make sure that backdoor checked
Or we gon' get your whole gang f*cking wet
Yeah, Hope in the cut
Shooting your hoe, she a lil slut
Put her on the cam, and now she going nuts
Yeah, we ball 2020 bucks (swishhh)
Not two, or three, but you know I'm the number one
Bro want some zeros, and he talking a honey bun
Bro, you a bitch, you can't even make a honey cum
Can't keep her around, cause I know she a one and done (slut)
They talking hot, so you know they my f*cking son
She give me brain so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Hmm, so you know she ain't f*cking dumb
Mixing the purple in the cup like a f*cking plum
Hand on her neck while I'm up in her f*cking tum
Banging shit, banging shit like a f*cking drum
Stress the hoe so bad that she lost all her f*cking bum
I kill all your homies, and I throw them in the f*cking trunk
Writer: Cast Hoe, Leslie Porticus, Jason Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jason Carter
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Cast Hoe, Leslie Porticus, Jason Carter