Norf Gun

[Verse 1]

I never wanted it to be this way

Just woke up in Germany

Tell ol girl “auf wiedersehen”

Know she mad, talking ‘bout

You gon’ need a place to stay

I’m like kay, I’m a treesh, I don’t get mad anyways

[Verse 2]

Ask myself biggie biggie bruh what we finna do today

That’s my time, gotta slide, time to get my ass back to LA

FaceTime all my sides, “I’m in town, and I wanna play”

Brand new tek, gleaming on my wrist, she want me to stay

[Chorus]

I, I never try

Icing on my neck, I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me, you know she lies somеtimes

I, I never try

Icing on my nеck, I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

[Verse 3]

Made in hell and her voice is sweet, she my nightingale

East side ting, keeps the vibe a bean, plus she never tell

Her man think we friends, like how the hell you know my hood so well

He don’t know I also got the WiFi in my phone as well

On my dead, put that on my pen, I got everything

Like my crib, every bitch around me got a Southern face

I just, I just, I just got it in with a Southern bae

Mason Dixon, in my phone

She don’t slide north for anything

[Chorus]

I, I never try

Icing on my neck I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

I, I never try

Icing on my neck I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

[Verse 4: They Hate Change]

I just, I just I just got off off the plane, switch to GMT

Private profile, can’t check me, all I say is cheese

Wire transfer, no more cotton green

More like Chi-Ching Ching

Came a long way from coppin’ EBT

Okay, stand up

Ran through Europe, trying to hit the whole world

We been passing passports out like some hors d'oeuvres

Poor girl didn’t see no ring and figured we could hang

Freeze

Why they got me off the plane

‘Til we meet again

Southside superstar, outhside carry on

Bubble water sippin’ Frank Mcdwyer, not no Evian

Kouign-amann, talkin’ bread

All I’m gon’ say is tell me more

Ain’t no way I’m 'round the way, so what the fuck you waiting for?

[Chorus]

I, I never try

Icing on my neck I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

I, I never try

Icing on my neck I know she like

I just fucked your bitch the other night

Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes