[Verse 1]
Thumbs up to the 419 club
You better show love or get the fuck out here punk
We keep it real in Toledo, State of Ohio
You know I stay high, yo
It's my dick ya bitches ridin' on
I stay swagged up and i'm chasin' gold like a leprechaun
It's Lil' Nono' you come upon, you mess with me
Just like amber alert, you'll be gone
You know I stay SouthBound, You come round here, don't fuck around and watch out
I rebound, just like Chris Anderson, you wear Moccasins, and I rock Jordan
Oh Lord man, I ball like Eric Gordon
Watch me hit this three up in yo face like Ryan Anderson
I ain't playin, now is it understood?
If it is, then good, you can't ball like me, ya wish ya could
I'll manufacture you like a packaged good
Hope you comprehend when I say "fuck out my hood!!"
Craft ya like cabinet wood, My rhymes are so sick
I think I need a nurse, no need to rehearse, I'll spit all these rhymes up at cha at once, they'll all burst
Cast a spell upon yo ass just like a curse, After work, I take my paycheck to the club
Chill with the bitches and have a couple drinks, 32 Degrees in Maumee is the place to be
Ya bitch give me 40 winks, That' how I know she down to fuck, and suck, she'll slurp and spit me like Daffy Duck
Buck Buck, This ain't Chief Keef, and this ain't Macaroni Time
This is Lil' Nono's time to shine, ya I am white, and I still can rhyme, someday, I might even be the next Vanilla ice
I stick to the notes you niggas skippin' lines, I'll cross ya like the State line, and cut ya off like A phone line
You hating on me? Go wait in line by all the other chumps until I give a fuck, lay yo ass in a Delivery Truck, garbage truck
Pickup truck, however you want it, punk, now suck up, and don't get sad, cause I just burned yo ass like a fucking heating pad
Ya got problems? We can go toe-to-toe, ain't no jumpin', just one-on-one, fasho, Now stay bold, don't chicken out, cause i'ma
Hit ya ass with one of these left hooks and lay ya ass out, lay ya ass flat like my new Television
Knock you out so hard, you gone be catching Z's and losing vision, It's my decision, what i'm gonna do with you
Then it's Judicial decision what my fate will be, you know I smoke tree, roll ya ass like a fat blunt of weed, indeed, It's kush wit dem beanz, you on them green beans, and herb tea, NoBoyz, that's my catch line, and it's the name of my mixtape, I stay on my grind
These milimeters got 9, and it's 419, deuces bitch
