Nightcrawler Lyrics – OT7 Quanny
Singer: OT7 Quanny
Title: Nightcrawler
These n#gg#s instagram gangsters they just typin
Had my youngins spin the block, cuz they like it
We the 41 boys, presidential, the obama gang
Came in this b#tch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch eem at the light think this a game? this sh#t not a game
Hit eem with that flame it go band then it’s bye bye gang
Catch a rap n#gg# out in public take his ice off
My left pocket all blue look like the night crawler
Pulled up in some sh#t super fast cuz i don’t like walking
I like counting cash and drinking lean i don’t like talking
Go head make the wrong move i swear this sh#t gone jump off
Wе send 100 shots you ain’t surviving you ain’t young dolph
Walk inside my closet you gonе think you in the louis store
Fell in love with racks i told my last b#tch i was moving on
You know where i’m at i’m in the trap yeah i stay trapping
n#gg#s they be cap in they raps yeah they stay bappin
In the kitchen with some real dogs this ain’t no cake batter
No security i’m with lil broski he the face cracker
We the big ops we get the drop we the droppas n#gg#
Shorty wanna check f#ck a check i am not that n#gg#
Catch my broski killer shoot his face and i will not stop blickin
Pull up for the three i won’t miss it i am not ben
Simmons
Drop a f#cking bomb on top ya block sh#t like tnt
Disrespect us you d-i-e get put to b-e-d
Had my youngins come through air this sh#t out like a bnb
All black suburban trucks and benzos this the cle
They said what’s ya name yeah i’m the goat what the f#ck you think
I sip so much drank when i bleed i think my blood pink
Forty hit his face then hit his chest he do the harlem shake
Yeah he caught a body but then he told and that sh#t dropped his rank
You know where i’m at i’m in the trap yeah i stay trapping
n#gg#s they be cap in they raps yeah they stay bappin
In the kitchen with some real dogs this ain’t no cake batter
No security i’m with lil broski he the face cracker
These n#gg#s instagram gangsters they just typin
Had my youngins spin the block, cuz they like it
We the 41 boys, presidential, the obama gang
Came in this b#tch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
Catch eem at the light think this a game? this sh#t not a game
Hit eem with that flame it go band then it’s bye bye gang
Catch a rap n#gg# out in public take his ice off
My left pocket all blue look like the night crawler
Pulled up in some sh#t super fast cuz i don’t like walking
I like counting cash and drinking lean i don’t like talking
Go head make the wrong move i swear this sh#t gone jump off
We send 100 shots you ain’t surviving you ain’t young dolph
Walk inside my closet you gone think you in the louis store
Fell in love with racks i told my last b#tch i was moving on
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n#gg#s they be cap in they raps yeah they stay bappin
In the kitchen with some real dogs this ain’t no cake batter
No security i’m with lil broski he the face cracker
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