Nene

[Verse 1]
Nene...
NENE...
NENEEEEE...
[Verse 1]
You ain't never caught no body, you ain't hit nothing with your blick,
You’ll never rack up as many bodies as I have; you’ll never see a Draco like mine, quick.
You’ll never be involved in high-speed chases or shootouts in the street,
You’ll never be an OG, man, you always catching defeat.
My bitch will catch you slipping, my dogs will hunt you down,
We running through your alley and we locking down the town.
I’m like Lil Jeff—a hound with a thirst for blood,
Leaving bodies in the pavement, leaving footprints in the mud.
My enemies sing my songs while they running for their life,
And I kill them without mercy with the chopper or the knife.
[Verse 2]
Running through your block, leaving shells where the dirt is,
Every time we step outside, you know your whole crew nervous.
You talking on the net, but you hiding in your hood,
Never spun a block, never stood where you should.
Got the chopper on safety, but it's ready to ignite,
Catch you slipping in the dark, turning day into night.
You a goofy with a fake heart, you a certified fraud,
When I step out with the demons, we don't answer to no god.
Every bullet got your name, every hollow going fast,
In this wicked game of trenches, you ain't built to fucking last.
[Verse 3]
Step up to the plate and you folding like a lawn,
We be lurking on your corner till the early morning dawn.
All that talking on the 'gram, now you running out of breath,
Got the extended clip ready just to deal a little death.
You a civilian in disguise, talking heavy on the net,
One sweep through your alley got you dripping out in sweat.
Ain't no warning, ain't no talking when we slide up on your strip,
Got the switch on the Glock and it's gripping on the hip.
Try to run, try to hide, but the steel gonna bite,
Leave you leaking on the pavement in the middle of the night.
[Verse 4]
I'm a heavyweight stepper, you a featherweight clown,
When my hitters get to clicking, they shutting down the town.
Got the drums on the rifle, got the beam on the Smith,
Every story that you telling is a goofy-ass myth.
You ain't stamped in the streets, you a goofy, you a peon,
I'm the king of the jungle, you a snack for the neon.
Keep on talking that shit, get exposed like a fraud,
Send a text to your mama, tell her pray to her god.
Bodies drop when I'm active, ain't no time for a plea,
There's a price on your head and it's backed by the G.
[Outro]
Yeah, you thought you was a stepper, look at you now.
Running out of options, running out of town.
Nene...
You done.
No face, no case, bitch.