Experiments by Nuk Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
5 stay ridin' but I got shit to do be (?)
Bitch I made 60 on experiments
They Feds hit that door, Is you gon' punk up?
Can you get them grams down the toilet when you got one flush?
Can you handle all that shit that you be speaking?
Set up in a town, find a trap and keep it secret?
Can you handle all that shaving and that pack work
Told when you home, don't blow yo cheese you gotta stack first
Bitches askin' where im at im O.T Genesis
My brothers caught a case and it was theft of identity
All the poor times bitch we remember Meech
Takin' Meech chances on the road with yams in the seat
Give him 81 he catching balls like he megatron
When im in the south I always post up at the Chevron
Phone slap like it's a telethon
I can't stand a fake bouji bitch I need ghetto vibes
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Are 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof
[Verse 2:]
Make it happen with the bag bitch I promise
Doubled off the dog tripled off of Roxies
Got every color for a head like Tekashi
Get a light bag and stuff a bitch I met at Onyx
The hoes dont never like my vibe they say its toxic
If you dont know my trapworth bitch im polished
Bitch ain't never see no cheese he too modest
Spot still slappin i cook more than Betty Crocker
No Soulja Boy shit big Draco with the comma
I ain't Ruth Chris her boy I hit her off Carrabba's
Niggas hate im up but the bitches gon' remind em
Got experience, experiments be perfect timin'
Hoes love the way the racks look off my thighs
Work my way up from a slice until I had a pie
Countin' up the huns and twenties in a pile
Tell they ass that Im the top chef and take a bow
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof
5 stay ridin' but I got shit to do be (?)
Bitch I made 60 on experiments
They Feds hit that door, Is you gon' punk up?
Can you get them grams down the toilet when you got one flush?
Can you handle all that shit that you be speaking?
Set up in a town, find a trap and keep it secret?
Can you handle all that shaving and that pack work
Told when you home, don't blow yo cheese you gotta stack first
Bitches askin' where im at im O.T Genesis
My brothers caught a case and it was theft of identity
All the poor times bitch we remember Meech
Takin' Meech chances on the road with yams in the seat
Give him 81 he catching balls like he megatron
When im in the south I always post up at the Chevron
Phone slap like it's a telethon
I can't stand a fake bouji bitch I need ghetto vibes
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Are 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof
[Verse 2:]
Make it happen with the bag bitch I promise
Doubled off the dog tripled off of Roxies
Got every color for a head like Tekashi
Get a light bag and stuff a bitch I met at Onyx
The hoes dont never like my vibe they say its toxic
If you dont know my trapworth bitch im polished
Bitch ain't never see no cheese he too modest
Spot still slappin i cook more than Betty Crocker
No Soulja Boy shit big Draco with the comma
I ain't Ruth Chris her boy I hit her off Carrabba's
Niggas hate im up but the bitches gon' remind em
Got experience, experiments be perfect timin'
Hoes love the way the racks look off my thighs
Work my way up from a slice until I had a pie
Countin' up the huns and twenties in a pile
Tell they ass that Im the top chef and take a bow
[Hook:]
Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you
My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose
They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)
[Bridge:]
They dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice
Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo)
Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof