Typical Nigga Songtext / Lyric

Bitch, don't try to settle me down

I eat, sleep, fuck, skeet, gas-peddle around

Get out, meet up with kids that keep that metal around

We ain't pushing no gold medal, I don't meddle with clowns

Run a ten-thou' block a day, five Gs minimum

Tryna hop in some shit that got the double M emblem

Vest and a ratchet on me, jacket, black Timberlands

Bitch, cry if you want, I'mma live to stack Benjamins

Taught this nigga to stunt it, played him there in the street

Now his shorty blowing my dick out of fear of the beef

Tears on her cheek, don't ask me, I ain't gon' hurt her

But stay away from that lame ma, you know it's murder, murder

Them niggas on that other side is weak, they some burgers

Bump heads in the street, I put the heat to 'em, word up

All I need is some hooker stress, G keeps his hooks in check

Bitch, I should be in the V getting hook with neck

When I put bets on the negligee looking best

Hold on a minute, yeah yo, it's crooked neph'

Y'all niggas packing and ya acting like y'all shook to death

I'll be back bitch, my nigga just got jooks and wet

You let him find out, them niggas getting put to rest

5 Fam ride out, Queens borough, Brook' connect

Look at me, yeah I'm your typical nigga

And I'm out to get despicable figures

Picture me, G, baby ten years from now, picking their litter

Kids that ain't even know shit to consider

I'm just your typical nigga

Look at me, yeah I'm your typical nigga

And I'm out to get despicable figures

Picture me, G, ten years from now, picking their litter

Kids that ain't even know shit to consider

I'm just your typical nigga