[Repeat 3x]
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Neva
Stay up off it!
[ABK]
Quit frontin`
Actin` like I don`t know what you up to
I see right through you
So what you gonna do?
Never will you step a foot around me again
`Cause hangin` with you I can`t win
Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes
Brown nose, I suppose, that`s how it goes
But I sit back watchin`, clockin` dollars
With a smirk on my face waitin` for you to holla
So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin`?
All up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin`
You can get the barrel from my homey, Shaggy`s shotgun
All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one
I got no love for them marks
Punks, hoes, snitches
Grown ass bitches
So stay away and don`t come to close
`Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat
[Chorus 2x]
Nevehoe
You ain`t gettin` shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I can`t stand a muthafucka like you
When my pockets in mind, I don`t care what you into
I got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothers
My wife and brothers and too many others
See I`m being tryin` to speak on
while you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon
I should`a just stuck my dick in your mouth
Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the fuck out
I go home and meditate with some sage
Tryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the day
But your new name is vittle fingers
`Cause your a bank account raper tryin` to steal my dinners
Just another undercover crackhead
It comes down to you ain`t rapin` me again
Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore
Just get your hands out my cookie jar you fuckin` whore
[Chorus 4x]
Nevehoe
You ain`t gettin` shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
[ABK]
Nevehoe, not no mo`
`Cause all your true colors are startin` to show
Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar
Tryna get a fistful but it`s just too hard
Let me catch you again, I thought I said never
Tryna take what`s mine but you ain`t that clever
Runnin` with a hatchet
Psychopathic
We don`t stop, so you gets no cream of our crop
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Twelve years in this game, for what?
So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH!
Now fuck that, it`s time for some chokin`
Crackin` those legs open, `cause your drunk and smokin`
Spittin` out babies like your spit your game
Shitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fame
Nevehoe, no, I ain`t the one
I don`t pack one, but I do got a gun
[Chorus 4x]
Nevehoe
You ain`t gettin` shit
Nevehoe
Nevehoe
Stay up off it!
What, what..? Bring that shit in bitch, what?!..
(Stay up off it!)
Man, don`t even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip..(Stay up off it!)
Don`t, don`t, don`t...you ain`t gettin` no ride, fuck you, you
ain`t got no gas money (Stay up
off it!)
Naw, hoe don`t even fuckin` worry about my bank account bitch!
(Stay up off it!)
