Spank Nitti James – Disappear Lyrics Ft. Freddie Gibbs
Spank Nitti James Disappear Lyrics Ft. Freddie Gibbs
Franklin, blue, [?] Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, b-tch, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra midst gettin’ ignorant in the Benz
Them niqqas tweakin’ again, that’s some Jesus in them
[?] to slow me down, I’m addicted to opium
They probably gon’ blow me down ’cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I’m from the real [?] nation, committed I won’t pretend
Niqqas wanna be Jameses but can’t afford how we live
I’on wanna be famous, bit-h, I wanna be rich (B!tch)
We don’t wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
B!tch, I’m a real [?], I bet that b!tch get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I’ll pull up to your location wit’ the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can’t comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favour, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it’s how I was raised, ain’t got no sense
Ni–as know my face, can’t ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face niqqa, I’on care if he know who did it
I’m embarra$$ing all these ni–as, it’s carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, [?] still with me
VVS’s dancin’ in my tennises, bit-h, I’m living wit’ privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I’m finna let this B.B Simon’s drip
[Chorus: Spank Nitti James] Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear
[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, b-tch, uhh
So I can get a rental, hit the interstate and serve
Geary ni–a sellin’ packets, I’m central, I got some nerve
Black Antonio Montana, my testicles are my word
All I got, ni–a, and I don’t break ’em or shake ’em
[?] toss a [?] Christina go wake ’em up
Every time I hit the kitchen, I would Pyrex and raise it up
Mayweather vs McGregor, we was f–kin’ some paper up, yeah, uh
Shot some ni–as in Vegas
I’m tryna kick some gang politics, Lord knows that ain’t stoppin’ sh!t
Godfather 5, so that black and red what I’m rockin’ with
And it’s big Finball poppin’, everything droppin’ b-tch
Yeah, I’m ’bout to make me a bird
Lockin’ up this puppy so my son ain’t gotta serve
Any ni–a thinkin’ I left ’em hangin’, I let ’em burn
Tryna flex the game on the K train, they never learn, ni–a
[Chorus: Spank Nitti James] Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear