Neff Told Me Lyrics

I gotchu

Can't forget what Neff told me

Neff told me get a bag

Neff told me fuck a slow roll gotta get it fast

Neff told me take that shit home put it in the stash

Neff showed me you wanna turn up you gotta take a chance

Seem like the good die young niggas living fast

And Neff told me niggas always hatin gotta keep a mag

An bro kept it real with me he only told a nigga facts

He the motivation behind this he told a nigga rap

And we was both tired of being broke we had enough of that

He took a trip that got him hip to where to they payin double that

Bro a shoot out for them bands and he a bring a couple back

He say that's where it's at he can't keep running there and running back

I gotta switch it up lil bro it's time to make a change

Its time to get rich lil bro we can't stay the same

He finna make it happen yeah he say he finna pave the way

I knew he was a nigga looked up he had made a lane

And the next thing I knew he had crib in the K

We stayed in the city na my nigga live out the way

A call me with some dog shit like I did this today

And he a come back to the D with a 10 just to play

Then pull right up on me so we can chill fa the day

And don't shit stop still in the field fa the day

Back in the city and my nigga still got some plays

Got that shit on em showed me shit real in the K

Cus it's all showing

We ain't have shit it feel good to see my dawg glowin

Niggas just be talking bout that road I know my dawg on it

Knowing my nigga G man he prolly got it all on him

From the scales to the strap to the pills and the dog on em

Bitch Jefe the dopeman and they all know it

And his ass was tryna dodge the boyz they took it all from

Cus a Nigga told on my mans and got the law on em

They hit my nigga with a dope case he stood tall on it

They was tryna slander bro name like my nigga told

Niggas must ain't read the paperwork cus yall niggas wrong

Its really hot this where the bread at can't tell him not to go

Its risky na this where his head at he stuck to what he know

And that's was get a bag get a rental nigga hit the road

Then he ran up mo than what he had damn that nigga cold

And we always organize a play like a pick and roll

And he made sho that I was straight when I was in the O

I remember talkin bout plays in the living room

I remember when I got the benz we was in the coupe

He made alot of cheese but na I wish he didn't move

Man I swear you can't explain that feeling when you get the news

Sick he can't call me bro always kept me in the loop

Mad as hell Its a lot shit that we ain't get to do

Ima tell niggas that's its Jefe when they mention you

Man my nigga Neff a real soldier nigga I salute