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Andrew Scheps - Norf Gun Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never wanted it to be this way
Just woke up in Germany
Tell ol girl “auf wiedersehen”
Know she mad, talking ‘bout
You gon’ need a place to stay
I’m like kay, I’m a treesh, I don’t get mad anyways

[Verse 2]
Ask myself biggie biggie bruh what we finna do today
That’s my time, gotta slide, time to get my ass back to LA
FaceTime all my sides, “I’m in town, and I wanna play”
Brand new tek, gleaming on my wrist, she want me to stay

[Chorus]
I, I never try
Icing on my neck, I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me, you know she lies somеtimes
I, I never try
Icing on my nеck, I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

[Verse 3]
Made in hell and her voice is sweet, she my nightingale
East side ting, keeps the vibe a bean, plus she never tell
Her man think we friends, like how the hell you know my hood so well
He don’t know I also got the WiFi in my phone as well
On my dead, put that on my pen, I got everything
Like my crib, every bitch around me got a Southern face
I just, I just, I just got it in with a Southern bae
Mason Dixon, in my phone
She don’t slide north for anything
[Chorus]
I, I never try
Icing on my neck I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes
I, I never try
Icing on my neck I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes

[Verse 4: They Hate Change]
I just, I just I just got off off the plane, switch to GMT
Private profile, can’t check me, all I say is cheese
Wire transfer, no more cotton green
More like Chi-Ching Ching
Came a long way from coppin’ EBT
Okay, stand up
Ran through Europe, trying to hit the whole world
We been passing passports out like some hors d'oeuvres
Poor girl didn’t see no ring and figured we could hang
Freeze
Why they got me off the plane
‘Til we meet again
Southside superstar, outhside carry on
Bubble water sippin’ Frank Mcdwyer, not no Evian
Kouign-amann, talkin’ bread
All I’m gon’ say is tell me more
Ain’t no way I’m 'round the way, so what the fuck you waiting for?
[Chorus]
I, I never try
Icing on my neck I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes
I, I never try
Icing on my neck I know she like
I just fucked your bitch the other night
Why you mad at me you know she lies sometimes