Nun Of Dat Lyrics by BlocBoy JB ft Lil Pump
[Intro – BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
SIMI, load that f—–g SIMI
Hey “ha”, hey, yeah
[Hook/Chorus – BlocBoy JB]
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “word”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
That choppa turn you to a running back, b—h “grrrah”
B—h f–k your clique and go run with that b—h “boom, boom, boom”
I f—-d your b—h and you sprung off that b—h “word”
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that b—h “that’s on my mama”
Tay Keith, f–k these n—-s up
Ho, better not say no more “what”
B—h, get me some Glock from the store “go”
You did the set, cool, say no more “no”
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho “word”
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho “ho”
In the air, like a UFO “in the air”
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control “word”
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean s–t up like it’s p–p control “p–p control”
Hundred drum up his nose “nose”, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout “word”
I’ma pull up in some drive out “skrrt, skrrt”
[Verse 1 – BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race “ayy, it’s a race”
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced “might be laced”
And I can’t f–k your b—h unless I get some face “I get some face, uh”
I had a worst and mad ho asking for favors
I be smoking on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a trader “word”
Stab a n—a like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m toting s–t like I’m (?)
2017, made the fader
Balling on n—-s like Lakers
I call up (?) for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you, so you raped her
Call you a plate cause you ate her
F–k a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil’ grades up
[Hook/Chorus – BlocBoy JB]
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “word”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
That choppa turn you to a running back, b—h “grrrah”
B—h f–k your clique and go run with that b—h “boom, boom, boom”
I f—-d your b—h and you sprung off that b—h “word”
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that b—h “that’s on my mama”
Tay Keith, f–k these n—-s up
Ho, better not say no more
B—h, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean s–t up like it’s p–p control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out
[Verse 2 – Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your b—h “ooh”
You sipping on karo, we sip actavis “chill”
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit “huh”
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist “god d–n”
Kick a b—h out of my house “ooh”
Kick her a-s house because she came with mid “chill”
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick “huh”
Your b—h p—y dirty, it smelling like fish “ooh”
Ooh, we ain’t with none of that, ho “huh”
I don’t drink water, b—h, I only pour fours “yeah”
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show “ooh”
I just smashed eight hoes in a row “chyeah”
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope “d–n”
And I got a bad b—h sniffing on coke “huh”
Could of bought a house but I went and bought a boat “boat”
I’m so rich but I still want more “more”
I was on house arrest popping on pills “pills”
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ “yeah”
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real “wow”
Sipping on wok with Dr. Phil “ooh”
Can’t buy a pint if the b—h ain’t sealed “nope”
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills “yeah”
Try to come in my house, get your a-s killed “killed”
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled “ooh”
[Hook/Chorus – BlocBoy JB]
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “word”
B—h, I ain’t with none of that s–t “none of that”
That choppa turn you to a running back, b—h “grrrah”
B—h f–k your clique and go run with that b—h “boom, boom, boom”
I f—-d your b—h and you sprung off that b—h “word”
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that b—h “that’s on my mama”
Tay Keith, f–k these n—-s up
Ho, better not say no more
B—h, get me some (?) from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean s–t up like it’s p–p control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out
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