Upcoming Concerts for Young Nudy
Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You can't trust nobody
I don't fuck with these ****
Fuck 12, look what kinda picture they tryna paint on me
Drank, I know
What you tell 'em slime?
[Verse 2]
Gangsta (Yeah), blood (Yeah), shoota (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Finesser (Yeah), jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch (Yeah) wanna fuck (Yeah)
Huh? (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), money (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Bitches (Yeah), drank (Yeah), mollies (Yeah)
Percs (Yeah), lean (Yeah), pour me up (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Ooh, look what the Molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do
Fuck it, look what the Perc make Young Nudy do
Beat your bitch back down
I'ma give your ho the mack down
WWE Smackdown, yeah, I'm talkin' Raw, ****
Beat your bitch raw, ****
Yeah, all in her jaws, ****
All in her jaws, ****
Knocking down walls, ****
Beat your bitch face up
Yeah, I run, I run the cake up
Ridin' 'round with the cakers
Yeah, we havin' bakers
Bake me a pussy ****
Try to play ****, I'ma gon' and roll you up like a Swisher
And I'ma smoke you, ****
Yeah, you over with
[Verse 4]
Yeah, gangster (Yeah), blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Finesser (Yeah), jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch (Yeah), wanna fuck (Yeah)
Huh? (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Molly (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), bitches (Yeah), drank (Yeah)
Mollies (Yeah), Percs (Yeah), lean (Yeah)
Pour me up (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Damn, you trust that bitch?
Damn, you trust that ho? (No)
Yeah, I don't really give a fuck 'bout that ho
Give her nun' but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in a room screamin'
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), blam (Yeah)
Damn (Yeah), well (Yeah), I done rolled up another blunt (Yeah)
Toucan Sam (Yeah)
Fruit Loops (Yeah), in a fuckin' coupe
Ridin' 'round with the whole zoo
What about you?
Ya through, they through
I'm shootin', you shootin'
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't 'bout it
Been 'bout it since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a **** ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shit
I guess I'll go fuck on your honey
[Verse 6]
Gangsta (Yeah), blood (Yeah), shoota (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Finesser (Yeah), jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch (Yeah), wanna fuck (Yeah)
Huh? (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), oh yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), money (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Bitches (Yeah), drank (Yeah), Mollies (Yeah)
Percs (Yeah), lean (Yeah), pour me up (Yeah)
Written by: Quantavious Thomas