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Young Nudy - Old School (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Bradley "DJ BJ" Whitaker
Bradley "DJ BJ" Whitaker
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, man, for real, for real, look, man, I came from them 'partments, man
I came from nothing, bitch
For real, look, I got like, I got, I got a hundred on me right now in the booth, bitch (Yeah)
Ayy, shawty (You see my money?), come here
Big racks, a ho, like, bitch, I remember, I would've killed a **** for this, I would've blowed that shit
[Verse 2]
Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Two Hellcats, on God)
Old school SS, Corvette motor (Corvette motor)
Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (130)
And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (That's a 150)
And this Glock on my hip, it hold nineteen (It hold nineteen)
Put a fifty on that bitch and I can take a team (I can take a team)
Wrong **** with the money, boy, this shit get mean, for real (This shit get real mean, nah, for real, ****, hey)
[Verse 3]
**** droppin' shit off like I'm Big Bird (Phew, phew, ayy)
**** come and pull up, you can get served (You can get served, for real)
In and out my bag house (Out my bag house)
Make a lot of money, he'll spaz out (That shit'll make you spaz out), for real (I'm tellin' you)
Rap shit don't really change **** (Don't really change ****)
You ain't getting no money and your song lame (Your song lame, ****)
Chasin' shit for clout, that ain't what I'm 'bout (That ain't what slime 'bout)
It ain't 'bout no money, what that shit about? (What that shit be 'bout?)
And y'all **** dickriding, wanna be known so bad (Wanna be known so bad)
**** gettin' they shit took, **** goin' out bad (Boy, you goin' out bad)
Can't be me, I'm strapped up, ****, tough luck, **** (Tough luck, ****), yeah
On the stage, gonna bust it, I'm not goin' for nothin' (I ain't goin' for nothin')
Bitch, you better not touch me (Better not touch me)
I got **** with me, they'll kill for nothin' (I swear to God), uh
Pay the right price, I might send them folks to go handle your business (Yeah)
Pop that pill and kill with no feelings (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, ****, I'm tellin' you (Yessir)
[Verse 4]
Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Two Hellcats)
Old school SS, Corvette motor (Vroom, vroom)
Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (Bitch 130)
And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (This a cool 150)
And this Glock on my hip, it hold nineteen (It hold nineteen)
Put a fifty on that bitch and I can take a team (I can take a team)
Wrong **** with the money, boy, this shit get mean, for real (Shit get real mean) for real (Nah, for real)
[Verse 5]
Real deal definition (Yeah), that fuck shit, I'm livin' (I'm livin')
Killin', robbin', stealin' (Killin')
Everything 'bout dope dealin', my **** gettin' it (Let's get it, ****)
Real, all my **** scam (Scam)
Get out the Uncle Sam (Sam)
Long as you get money, I don't give a damn (I don't)
I know people that'll shoot your ass, they don't give a damn (They don't)
I know hoes who'll fuck you for a bag, they don't give a damn (She don't)
Show a ho a lil' bit of this cash, she gon' pull it down (Yeah, yeah)
For real, make her cheat on her **** (Yeah)
Bitch gon' leave you, you ain't gettin' no bag, **** (Get no bag, ****)
Everything 'bout me put it in bag, **** (What's in this bag, ****?)
Smokin' real gas in the penthouse, glass, **** (Nothin' but glass, ****)
Make your ho bounce that ass for a real **** (For this bag, ****)
And the ho told me you don't like me, pillow talkin' bitch (Pillow talkin' bitch)
I can't even hear it, she too busy suckin' my dick (Mwah)
Man, my house too big, man, the penthouse for these bitches (You bitches)
Man, my life been big, ever since I left the trenches (I left the trenches, fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?)
[Verse 6]
Two Hellcats and a Demon, that's nasty (Yeah)
Old school SS, Corvette motor (For real)
Got a bulletproof truck, man, that bitch 130 (130)
And this shit on my wrist, this a cool 150 (Phew, icey)
And this Glock on my hip, it hold nineteen (Yeah)
Put a fifty on that bitch and I can take a team (Yeah)
Wrong **** with the money, boy, this shit get mean, for real (Yeah)
Written by: Quantavious T. Thomas, Timothy Jordan Jenks
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