Lil Dude – TNT lyrics

[Intro]
Fight, young nigga, gon fight
Selling that breakdown, mix it up with the dynamite
Nah, forreal
Y'all niggas ain't know about the up and down, nigga?
Really in the trenches, boy, you niggas out here playin' games, man
[?] and I'm smokin lot of that reefer
Ridin' round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent ayy
Trapnanana! (ooo)

[Chorus]
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young nigga, go fight
Came up selling that breakdown and dynamite
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
Nigga, you fell off, you gon be aight
I got the money, I don't look light
Skinny ass nigga, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
Pussy ass nigga think twice
I'm shooting shit, not shooting dice
I had to stay down catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these niggas like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussing juggs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, "Ooo, this shit is dynamite!"

[Verse]
You know you done fucked up, right?
Luciano, he don't fuck with the mice
I'm still drinking lean from the other night
Nigga want beef, he ain't gotta fight
Imma pull up with that dynamite
I came up from selling that dynamite
I came up from selling the breakdown
Nigga come through and come get you a breakdown
I got the loosies, gon breakdown
Givin' them niggas a shakedown
Auntie say, "Ooo," she like how it taste now
I might go cop me a Wraith now
Luciano, he not underground
I just be bringing them other sounds
And you know, I got a hundred rounds
And it be makin' them thunder sounds
This man gotta gotta be different
They takin' shit and they always be trippin
It be hitting nigga off in the distance
It 'ont even care if it hit at your folks
It 'ont even care if it hit at the Pope
I'm riding around, I'm the Pope
I'm riding around with the dope
Lil nigga better lay low

[Chorus]
Came out the trenches, I had to go fight
Fight, young nigga, go fight
Came up selling that breakdown and dynamite
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
Nigga, you fell off, you gon be aight
I got the money, I don't look light
Skinny ass nigga, you playin' with life
I'm in the kitchen cookin', I ain't cookin' no rice
Pussy ass nigga think twice
I'm shooting shit, not shooting dice
I had to stay down catch a flight
Packs comin' in by tomorrow night
I got my gun and I know it's right
I can't trust these niggas like Uncle Ice
I'm still bussing juggs off the pedal bike
Auntie say, "Ooo, this shit is dynamite!"

[Outro]
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
You know you done fucked up, right?
Pussy nigga, is you ready to die tonight?