Ndotspinalot – Bestie (Instrumental) (Prod. By War & Bullo)

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Ndotspinalot – Bestie (Instrumental)
(Produced By War & Bullo)

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Bestie Lyrics by Ndotspinalot

[Intro]
Oi Bullo
War’s too nasty
Glah
Glah, glah, boom
Its that Ndot nigga, suck my dick yu hurd?

[Chorus]
D—D—Don’t bend my block, he done
Fuck all the opps we don’t jink up for fun
Idot my demon he do it for Dum (He do it for what?)
And he tried to run he got hit in his top
Ski mask up, no ninja (Ninja)
We smoke Notti, his liver (Liver)
Smoking my deads is his ticket to death
Like sipping on Henny its stuck in my breath (What?)
Told opps go long, catch hot ones (Hot ones)
Stupid lil nigga just need to go pop some
Raps on raps don’t know when to stop (What?)
Bringin’ my buzzin’ we goin’ up top (Glah, glah, boom)
Jj my demon is tucking the strap, like (Like)
They got me on hots (They got me on what?)
Idot with me and he backing out knocks
Like all my opps pussy these bitches be popped (Popped)
[Verse 1]
Stomp on his head, no Noah (Noah)
Niggas is lucky, no clover (Clover)
Spin through the bridge and we holdin’ up sticks
Like “Y’all YGK?” Then your ass gets blitzed
Niggas be dissing but never did nothing
Spin through the Sev trynna flick at a Munna (flick at a Munna)
DG my brother he throwing from deep
DDot my demon he know how to creep
Two gunz up, no Trendy (Trendy)
I fuck with some Makks, get bendy (Get bendy)
Hang out the V we gon’ aim for his kidney
You talking on bro? You get tossed like a frisbee, like
Told Ddot “Just throw” (What?)
Hang out the V, send shots, get low (Glah, glah)
All my opps mad that I’m totin’ on poles
You talking on deads then we taking your soul (Glah, glah)

[Bridge]
I never got beat on the train and you know
Don’t tote that SS10 that I tote
Fuck lil’ Rippy got holes in his chest
Notti got poked up wonder who next? (Notti)
Never be lacking, this Tec in the Tech
Im smoke some Rip when I’m feeling stressed
Told bro “Bop out” when he ready to bend
Idot gon’ throw like Ben no 10
[Chorus]
D—D—Don’t bend my block, he done
Fuck all the opps we don’t jink up for fun
Idot my demon he do it for Dum (He do it for what?)
And he tried to run he got hit in his top
Ski mask up, no ninja (Ninja)
We smoke Notti, his liver (Liver)
Smoking my deads is his ticket to death
Like sipping on Henny its stuck in my breath (What?)
Told opps go long, catch hot ones (Hot ones)
Stupid lil nigga just need to go pop some
Raps on raps don’t know when to stop (What?)
Bringin’ my buzzin’ we goin’ up top (Glah, glah, boom)
Jj my demon is tucking the strap, like (Like)
They got me on hots (They got me on what?)
Idot with me and he backing out knocks
Like all my opps pussy, thes—