Not no kidder Lyrics

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder

Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter

You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers

Main shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper

I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer

Leave 20 on the table they call me a tipper

20 in your body might call me a killer

20 on a thotty might call me a triccer

All on her body I'm full of that liquor

Brought my own shit and I asked for the mixer

Catch you mean muggin we fightin and fussin

Don't try to go outside you ain't runnin for nothin

Knoccin him out to keep him from bustin

Go through his car and he ain't have nothin

Wait a glocc in his door clutchin

Look a blunt in his visor puff it

Hol up a bitch on my dicc touch it

Girl you ain't really wit it buss it

Imma head bacc to the crib do sumn

Hurry up the boys on the way they comin

He pullin up behind me I seen him with his gunman

I'm driving real slow hit a left then I dust em'

I seen get pulled over yanked out and they cuff him

I don't wish it on that man but thank god they ain't bust me

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder

Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter

You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers

Main shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper

I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer

Leave 20 on the table they call me a tipper

20 in your body might call me a killer

20 on a thotty might call me a triccer

Made it bacc to the crib and I got me a boost

Kicced her ahh out and I threw up the deuce

Sat bacc and drunk me a coke and a juice

Looked in the mirror and said I felt like Zeus

I know my alphabets like I'm mac dre

A B C P where my money

I am a G what must I say

P I M P is my forte

Got up and called somebody that owe me money

Tried to act like a OG but he straight bummy

Smoked up all my weed and he ain't have nothin

Called up a meeting and left his face hurtin

He tried to lie but it wasn't worth it insulting my intelligence makin it worsen

Had him so shook thought we was gonna dirt him

He say he gon get the money he luccy we ain't burst him

Workin at Walmart still ain't got a checc

You better call HR or imma get upset

Yo lil homie got me it bacc in a instant

I ask you where it's at and you tryna be distant

If you spending the money I'm gon have to hurt you

You can get yo people they can get the work too

Everybody can get they own personal shirt fool

Better get on 8 ball pool and make my mool

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder

Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter

You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers

Main shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper

I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer

Leave 20 on the table might call me a tipper

20 in your body might call me a killer

20 on a thotty might call me a triccer

Get to the main story I'm sicc of these fillers

Better get my money or I'm knoccin down pillars

Just like im Samson I'm gonna run rampant

I dont have no regular glocc I enhanced it

Semi to automatic it's enchanted

Everything he was sayin he recanted

Pacing around the room he in panic

He slipped and he broke the 11th commandment

Thou shall not fucc with my bread or be dead he will be strucc with lightning on top of his head

For the rest of his life he will always be scared

Hold ya head down and wallow in dread

Feeling the pain of the brimstone and lead

Maybe you should of have me money instead

I'll sticc to my state case I aint goin fed

But I ain't gon get caught so I'm in the clear

When you see me you caught in the headlights like deer

Ain't nobody else around we the only ones near

Yo eyes wide open you feeling the fear

Yo head gon start hurtin like you been drinking beer

Said you been to prison but ain't got no muscles

Yo teeth is knocced out must've lost all your tussles

You ain't free like future you locced down like Russell

Now a piece of your eyebrow gon be stucc in my knuccles

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder

Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter

You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers

Main shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper

I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer

Leave 20 on the table they call me a tipper

20 in your body might call me a killer

20 on a thotty might call me a triccer

Run up on soldiers I'm knoccin em over

I'm just out here tryin my lucc like it's poker

One by the one I am starting to get colder

He said he can't breath but it's not cuz he a smoker

They got my face all over wanted posters

Im running these soldiers over like bulldozers

Im a bandit fighting against all of these loaders

These soldiers ain't nothin but a bunch of posers

Infrared scope on top of my toaster

You get seasoned up and then I'm bout to roast ya

Gettin high off this drillin like I'm off the coca

Man these puncs got me hot I'm goin super nova

Why did I say that you don't know the motive

Better stay out my way it's gonna get explosive

You don't even know the kind of fire I'm toting it's best that you step to the side I'm in motion

Cuz I'm catching em slippin' they be gone off that potion

Just be sittin in the car straight dozing

And be poppin them percs be frozen

I know I'm the type of nigga they loathing

Got bacc to the whip and then we just ghost em'

We don't have no time to be out here jocin'

Actin hard on the gram but he was just boastin'

We both luccy we didn't even have to smoke him

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder

Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter

You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers

Main shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper

I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer

Leave 20 on the table might call me a tipper

20 in your body might call me a killer

20 on a thotty might call me a triccer