young nudy – studio lyrics
[intro]
yo, pi’erre you wanna come out here?
all ya’ll n-ggas sayin’, “back that sh-t”
[chorus]
it’s a shooter in the booth, i got shooter’s with me too
n-gga wanna play gang? we gon’ pull up in the coupe
we gon’ hang up out the roof, i got youngins, they gon’ shoot
i got b-tches pullin’ up, and they’ll set you up too
all these n-ggas like to talk, i just pull up and i shoot
i ain’t with that totin’ racks, and, n-gga, that’s what b-tches do
b-tch, i’m really from the 6, b-tch, i’m know for hittin’ l!cks
i’ll rob a n-gga quick, slime his -ss for a brick (yeah)
[verse 1]
f&n, b-tch, i got crips, it got blue tips (blue tips)
n-gga, get filpped, off the rip when i let it rip (let it rip)
and i keep .40 with that .30, yeah, straight off my hip (off my hip)
and i called yo’ b-tch, and gon’ suck my d-ck straight off the rip (slime)
[?] slide, yeah, he slide, sh-t, yeah, that’s for real (that’s for real)
all these n-gga’s p-ssy, i’m for real, b-tch, i really k!ll (i really k!ll)
deep up in the cat, while i’m playin’ with yo’ whole p-ssycat (p-ssycat)
all these n-ggas cat’s, slimeball, get a n-gga whacked
[chorus]
shooter in the booth, i got shooter’s with me too
n-gga wanna play gang? we gon’ pull up in the coupe
we gon’ hang up out the roof, i got youngins, they gon’ shoot
i got b-tches pullin’ up, and they’ll set you up too
all these n-ggas like to talk, i just pull up and i shoot
i ain’t with that totin’ racks, and, n-gga, that’s what b-tches do
b-tch, i’m really from the 6, b-tch, i’m know for hittin’ l!cks
i’ll rob a n-gga quick, slime his -ss for a brick
[verse 2]
i’ll rob his -ss quick, b-tch, i’m from zone 6 (yeah)
we be slimin’ anybody for they mothaf-ckin’ b-tch (slime, hoe)
you be talkin’ like a b-tch, i just whip out that big stick (whip out that big stick)
with the mothaf-ckin’ hen’, swear to god i ain’t missin’ sh-t (nah)
get that 100 round drum, east atlanta type of sh-t (uh-huh, uh, huh)
and i called ya main b-tch, know she stay up on my d-ck (stay up on my d-ck)
it’s the slimeball, b-tch, b-tch, i really run this sh-t (really run this sh-t)
get a n-gga knocked off just for talkin’ all that sh-t
[chorus]
shooter in the booth, i got shooter’s with me too
n-gga wanna play gang? we gon’ pull up in the coupe
we gon’ hang up out the roof, i got youngins, they gon’ shoot
i got b-tches pullin’ up, and they’ll set you up too
all these n-ggas like to talk, i just pull up and i shoot
i ain’t with that totin’ racks, and, n-gga, that’s what b-tches do
b-tch, i’m really from the 6, b-tch, i’m know for hittin’ l!cks
i’ll rob a n-gga quick, slime his -ss for a brick
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