Harass Me - Nuckles

You know when them snake niggas they not bout that life

They just talk behind their computers, and talk over the phones

But they not finna run up to you, you know trynna say shit in front of your

face, like nigga.

Run up

LIKE NIGGA CUT THE BULLSHIT

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me

Bitches goin crazy, goin crazy for me

Cause they see me in the hood with Mac, Zo and Z (Aziz)

Yeah we Gloin yea we Gloin, you know it’s on sight (Bang Bang)

Cock a pistol, blast a missile, pocket rocket delight

He be the feds, i see the feds… I see the feds in my dreams

Cash rules everything around me, you know that Wu Tang done called it the C.R.E.

A.M

And fuck your squad, all your gang, undercover like they in the sheets

Your colors yeah they be your sirens, you runnin down with the police

And i don’t know, d’you know, your girl’s up in my Gram

She’s sick of pigs, be giving tips, not the tip, just ham

And fuck your mans, your mans, and what you heard from your mama

Bring your cute ass on over, blow me like a suicide bomber

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me

Superman can’t touch you, you a crip for a night

How you throw them signs up, you a dog, with no bite

Lord made me from rubber, so you know i’mma flex

And your momma shoulda worn a rubber, she a transseksh

I’m goin crazy, i’m goin insane, i feel the money it’s changing my brain

You don’t want smoke with none of my niggas, you know that they’ll slide on you

like it’s a game

Fuck all the fame, i’ll keep it street, my AK it bring all the heat

Wings, and a halo on top of your head, i’ll make you float, sting like a bee

Call me a laxative, i am the mans, i make a gangsta shit in his pants

You don’t want none of this beef, cause you know that we throw them hands

You don’t want problems, you know how we solve them, revolver i will make it

rain

A gun, or a track, or your girl.

don’t matter, i still make it Bang

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me

Yellow tape cause your bitch want harrass me

Shoot her on tape, cause that bitch done harassed me like

Yellow tape, cause your bitch want harass me

Bitch want harass me like

Bitch want harass me