- Young Nudy Understanding 歌詞
- Young Nudy
- So you motherf*ckers dont understand where the f*ck Im coming from
So I had to explain to you motherf*ckers where the f*ck Im coming from
See what the f*ck Im sayin? (She know what the f*ck going on, n*gga)
I done got a lil older, what yall dont understand
Im not that same young n*gga, but Im still that same n*gga
I dont play no type of games in no type of way, no type of form, no type of fashion
I am, I am what I am, yeah
(The f*ck you mean, you dont know DJ Marc B?)
You know what up, n*gga
Im a big snake, big slime, dont play (Uh)
Shawty ride big Drac but he like that AK (Okay)
MAC -90 with the grip, love the way it spray
Named that b*tch Osama cause the way that b*tch had sprayed the A (Uh-huh)
I done did all type of gangster sh*t in all type of states (Yeah)
N*gga say he tried me, know he cappin, boy, that sh*t no way (Cappin)
N*gga know bout Slimeball, shawty gon up that b*tch , he hit in the face (Big Slime)
And he keep it real, dont say sh*t, keep it in the street, thats how he play (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh
You listening to a motherf*ckin d*pe slangin (Sippin drank), pistol totin (Molly)
Ho takin (I took your b*tch), money makin (I got racks)
Real n*gga (What?)
No ho in him (Never)
I dont know what to say (Hush your mouth)
Keep it player, keep it real with yourself (Tell em again)
And, you know, slime
This some good weed, I like it
Im a big snake, big slime, dont play (Uh)
Shawty ride big Drac but he like that AK (Okay)
MAC-90 with the grip, love the way it spray
Named that b*tch Osama cause the way that b*tch had sprayed the A (Uh-huh)
I done did all type of gangster sh*t in all type of states (Yeah)
N*gga say he tried me, know he cappin, boy, that sh*t no way (Cappin)
N*gga know bout Slimeball, shawty gon up that b*tch, he hit in the face (Big Slime)
And he keep it real, dont say sh*t, keep it in the street, thats how he play (Yeah)
G code, these n*ggas dont stick to no G code (Why?)
These n *ggas really been hoes and Im in beast mode
Got the streets on lock, though, really run my block, though
I just flooded that motherf*cker with nothin but snow
I know that a lot of n*ggas round me wish I was poor
I remember I was robbin, yeah, I used to be broke
Quick to hit a lick in my hood, feel like Curtis Snow
When this sh*t get tough for a n*gga, thats just how it go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sittin on my knees prayin to God, 'God, can you help me make it?'
Ive been on the grind for a long time, money, I been chasin (Yeah)
Clutchin on my gun, God, I swear my patience run thin (Uh)
Guess I gotta go in, so Im finna go in (Okay)
Gotta kick a door then, go kick a door then (Yeah)
Gotta show these ***** n*ggas you aint on no ho sh*t (Uh-uh)
And these hoes, they gon doubt you if you on that brokesh*t (Damn)
I aint never goin broke, aint never been no ho b*tch (Never, b*tch)
All I know is keep it real, never on no more sh*t (Uh -uh)
Didnt your mama teach you not to tell all that snitch sh*t? (Well, damn)
Man, these n*ggas really tattletale, he really snitch-snitch
So I look at him like opposite, he is a b*tch-b*tch
And Im lookin at my wrist game, this b*tch so sick
And this money in my pocket, its a hell of a lick
Crossed a couple n*ggas out, I aint looked back since
These n*ggas stuck in the past, Im ahead of that sh*t
Im just tryna get some money, tryna run it up and take care of my kid (Tryna take care of my baby, yeah), yeah
Im tryna get some money, make sure that my mama dont want for sh*t (Mama dont want for sh*t), yeah
No more traphouse for me, no more backstreet, no .223 (Yeah)
I just point my finger and them shooters use the .223
Upgraded my status, n*gga, I dont have to be in these streets (Big dawg )
Do what the f*ck I want to, you know Im a real OG (Yeah)
And I keep it G when a n*gga dont keep it G
Thats why everybodys hood love me, salute me, they cant go gainst me, for real (Uh-uh)
And if you say you want that smoke, n*gga, I give you the deal (Deal)
I know its shockin when bodies drop, shawty big ill
Yall opps the ***** ass n*ggas out here big squeal
Lets keep it real, lotta of these n*ggas didnt think I was king of the hill, yeah
Letskeep it real, lotta of these n*ggas didnt think I have them Ms (*****es)
But I got money, Ms on Ms, b*tch wanna f*ck with Slim
Freaky lil b*tch, yeah, just like Kim
Make her bend over, stand in them heels (Yeah)
Barbecue baby, put her cross the grill
And its a gangster goin cross her grill, yeah, uh
Sittin on my knees prayin to God, 'God, can you help me make it?'
Ive been on the grind for a long time, money, I been chasin (Yeah)
Clutchin on my gun , God, I swear my patience run thin (Uh)
Guess I gotta go in, so Im finna go in (Okay)
Gotta kick a door then, go kick a door then (Yeah)
Gotta show these ***** n*ggas you aint on no ho sh*t (Uh-uh)
And these hoes, they gon doubt you if you on that broke sh*t (Damn)
I aint never goin broke, aint never been no ho b*tch (Never, b*tch)
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