[Lyric] Not Commercial (Topopp Nique)

This nigga said fuck Willie bitch he gotta go, (he gotta go)I just took a nigga gun I told him adios. Nigga really tryna kill me but ain’t got a pole, niggas on my ass bout lil spazz but I ain’t hiding tho. I don’t believe in karma cause I ain’t dead yet. Folks caught spazz and put his ass to bed rest, they say they can’t wait until lil nique dead yet, bitch I play my cards right why you think I ain’t dead yet? He a shooter I’m a shooter bitch we play with nines, and we got 40’s over here we don’t play with nines. The only time you catch me running is when I hear them sirens, tweet up on the net about lil willie that’s why you niggas dying. Hit up the block let off some shots and make you hit up the Jets, looking for me go find your dawg you found lil Corbin yet?(huh) They say they sliding niggas hiding they ain’t slide yet talking bout spinning blocks they ain’t spazz for lil Corbin yet. (?) in the cut he tryna wack a nigga, we don’t diss up in them comments we get at it nigga, and all the talking that you doing you better pack a pistol. 45 hit his ass and make him drop like a faggot nigga. You niggas gay you niggas sweet y’all some honeybuns, and if I lose my poll then I’m gonna take my brothers gun (on my soul) we got a whole lotta shots we talking dozen, shot like the neck bitch don’t play me or you’ll catch it one. A nigga spinned on my block so we spinned back, we dropped two of your man’s come get yo get back (ha) we got gang in this bitch so nigga get back, put some holes in his belly like a six pack. Once you dead bitch you dead ain’t no coming back, this nigga hiding so we pop out where his momma at, and I’m down to kill his baby if it comes to that, two 23’s chopping down trees you can’t run from that. (Yeah bitch ass nigga rest up willie aye fuck all the dead niggas you already know what it is you.You don’t even wanna talk for real nigga)