Yeah,
Euro Ni**a

[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican ni**a, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can f**k her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said f**k all y'all ni**as, except my ni**as
Security don't check my ni**as, all y'all ni**as gon respect my ni**as
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my ni**a
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my ni**as
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks ni**a, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my ni**as in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Ni**a work

God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The ni**a that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my ni**a
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me ni**a I got you

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a ni**a in that hearse,Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a ni**a say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Ni**a act dumb, push the buttonm, f**k em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA, little ni**a no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass ni**as stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped, no overalls.
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?]
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!

We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothin
D5