Nevehoe

[Intro] -x3 Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Stay up off it! [Verse 1 - Anybody Killa] Quit frontin', actin' like I don't know what you up to I see right through you, so what you gonna do? Never will you step a foot around me again Cause hangin' with you, I can't win Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes But I sit back watchin', clockin' dollars With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to holla So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'? All up in my face, tryin' to thug, breath stinkin' You can get the barrel from my homie Shaggy's shotgun All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one I got no love for them marks, punks, hoes, snitches Grown ass bitches So stay away and don't come too close Cause you may never fuckin' know who wants to slit ya throat [Hook] Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! [Verse 2 - Shaggy 2 Dope] I can't stand a motherfucker like you When my pockets in mind, I don't care what you into I got too many mouths to feed, from kids to mothers My wife and brothers, and too many others See I'm being tryin' to speak on While you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon I should've just stuck my dick in your mouth Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the fuck out I go home and meditate with some sage Tryin' to brush off these forked tongues like back in the day But your new name is fittle fingers Cause you're a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinners Just another undercover crackhead It comes down to you ain't rapin' me again Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore Just get your hands out my cookie jar you fuckin' whore [Hook] -x2 Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! [Verse 3 - Anybody Killa] Nevehoe, not no mo' Cause all your true colors is startin' to show Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar Tryin' to get a fistful but it's just too hard Let me catch you again, I thought I said never Tryin' to take what's mine but you ain't that clever Runnin' with a hatchet, Psychopathic, we don't stop So you gets no cream of our crop [Verse 4 - Shaggy 2 Dope] Twelve years in this game, for what? So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH! Naw fuck that, it's time for some chokin' Crackin' those legs open, cause your drunk and smokin' Spittin' out babies like your spit your game Shit loads of money in fifteen minutes of fame Well nevehoe, no, I ain't the one I don't pack one, but I do got a gun [Hook] -x2 Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! Nevehoe, you ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe nevehoe, stay up off it! What, what? Bring that shit in bitch, what?! (Stay up off it!) Man, don't even touch my weed dogg I will bust yo ass (Stay up off it!) Nope nope nope, you ain't gettin' no ride Fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!) Naw, hoe don't even worry about my motherfuckin' bank account bitch! (Stay up off it!)