Nana Lyrics

Shine right through

Nana na

Don't ever trust a hoe

We just up the score

Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V

Like we made to match now

We used to run around

With the "jays" when they was scratched up

Number one rule

You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked

I was on my backside

And they was telling me to get up

Love choppers now

They gone work you out just like a sit up

Weed in the car

When the jakes out

Make sure the doors locked

Nowadays they'll give you a shot

Even if you gotta cold now

I still can't fuck the hoe

She was best friends with my old opps

Nowadays it's social media

So no asking who had told now

It feel like curse words only thing can break a soul tie

Even when I had the heater on

She was telling me I'ma cold guy

I signed individual

They was telling me I'm so fly

Shine in the summer so we grinding in the meantime

One up in the head in case he try to go for the cheap shot

That money out your wallet and she start to bring the freak out

Feel like lately I been balling and it's different shit to peep now

Nana na

Nana na

Nana na

Nana na nana nana (they like how I hit that)

Nana na

Nana na

Nana na nana nana

Trynna get more money like Harkless

If you want to survive you got to be heartless

Stop believing these hoes

They really persuasive

Dealing with bad memories

I just got to erase 'em

I been having mixed dreams

I chase it like it's Henny

This life shit a challenge

I just want you to hear me

Remember late nights on that block was sipping on that Remy

Trynna put two and two together feeling like Jimmy

So just stay up out the way you ain't rocking with me

That boy was my dog then he turn like Timmy

Come with everything I wanted so that shit just scare me

I done gave this shit my all I wonder

Can they feel me

Nana na

Don't ever trust a hoe

We just up the score

Walking round in the Gucci, Louis V

Like we made to match now

We used to run around

With the jays when they was scratched up

Number one rule

You drop the blunt you getting yo' bitch fucked

I was on my backside

And they was telling me to get up

Love choppers now

They gone work you out just like a sit up

Weed in the car

When the jakes out

Make sure the doors locked

Nowadays they'll give you a shot

Even if you gotta cold now

I still can't fuck the hoe

She was best friends with my old opps