Young Nudy - All White lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy - All White lyrics]
(Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off)
I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
What you gon' do when you
Gotta shoot at they ride?
What you gon' do when your people gon' die?
What you gon' do when it's time to slide?
What you gon' do when you got a 45?
What you gon' do when the 357
Hit him in the face
Then send him straight to Heaven
What you gon' do? What you gon' do when
These folks come through?
What you gon' do when twelve hit the door?
Nigga gon' run, then you gon' shoot back
It don't matter, better keep you a gat
Nigga can't get caught, nigga, no lack
Hell, yeah, nigga, we packin', no lackin'
Hell, nah, nigga, we blood roll lackin'
Hell, yeah, play with a nigga
Toe tag something
Everybody know, everybody red flag something
Yes, sir, nigga, I'm in the 6
EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch
Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick
Come in the 'partments servin' this shit
You want a bag
And I'll get it straight to you
You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up
You country boy, and I'm fuckin' you up
You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up
Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her
She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up
Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up
Everybody know that they stuck on mustard
Y'all niggas ketchup hell, yeah, hit it up
Tell my opps they'll ditch your head up
Yeah nah, for real
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
Front door, back door them folks
I'm in Milwaukee with my nigga's dope
Came from Atlanta, got it for the low
You make extra when you get on the road
You gon' stretch 'em
Got your arm in the bowl
Whip that shit up, and I'm glad how it sold
Sellin' this dog, gotta eat all the food
Keep that shit street if you wanna be goon
Packin' pistols
Don't you have that shit tucked?
Have that shit ready, it's time to bust
I gotta hit for the money, know it's up
Just squeeze that bitch
And don't you freeze up
And now I see these niggas need us
I remember people wouldn't treat us
Like people really, really need 'em
We up like a motherfucker
Show them motherfuckers we do
Not fuckin' need 'em
Now we treat 'em like the
Opps when we see them
Skin a nigga like a pig, we bleed 'em
Build me a army, nigga, do I breed 'em?
Let me be a dog 'cause I move like a leader
Been in these streets
Too many stripes like a zebra
Smoke on a nigga, laugh like hyena
Dinner plate, put him on the street
We eat him
Been a player, and I got a band for the play
Petty move, nigga, that's not my way
Take a nigga off, still back in the day
Some of y'all niggas were bitches
From back in the day
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
What you gon' do when you
Gotta shoot at they ride?
What you gon' do when your people gon' die?
What you gon' do when it's time to slide?
What you gon' do when you got a 45?
What you gon' do when the 357
Hit him in the face
Then send him straight to Heaven
What you gon' do? What you gon' do when
These folks come through?
What you gon' do when twelve hit the door?
Nigga gon' run, then you gon' shoot back
It don't matter, better keep you a gat
Nigga can't get caught, nigga, no lack
Hell, yeah, nigga, we packin', no lackin'
Hell, nah, nigga, we blood roll lackin'
Hell, yeah, play with a nigga
Toe tag something
Everybody know, everybody red flag something
Yes, sir, nigga, I'm in the 6
EA, East Atlanta, lil' bitch
Paradise East, bitch, I'm lovin' the brick
Come in the 'partments servin' this shit
You want a bag
And I'll get it straight to you
You want a brick, and I'm whippin' it up
You country boy, and I'm fuckin' you up
You talkin' money, I'm turnin' it up
Yes, sir, bless her, ooh, I checked her
She wanna fuck, oh, yeah, I'm next up
Turnt up, bitch, hell, nah, no next up
Everybody know that they stuck on mustard
Y'all niggas ketchup hell, yeah, hit it up
Tell my opps they'll ditch your head up
Yeah nah, for real
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
Front door, back door them folks
I'm in Milwaukee with my nigga's dope
Came from Atlanta, got it for the low
You make extra when you get on the road
You gon' stretch 'em
Got your arm in the bowl
Whip that shit up, and I'm glad how it sold
Sellin' this dog, gotta eat all the food
Keep that shit street if you wanna be goon
Packin' pistols
Don't you have that shit tucked?
Have that shit ready, it's time to bust
I gotta hit for the money, know it's up
Just squeeze that bitch
And don't you freeze up
And now I see these niggas need us
I remember people wouldn't treat us
Like people really, really need 'em
We up like a motherfucker
Show them motherfuckers we do
Not fuckin' need 'em
Now we treat 'em like the
Opps when we see them
Skin a nigga like a pig, we bleed 'em
Build me a army, nigga, do I breed 'em?
Let me be a dog 'cause I move like a leader
Been in these streets
Too many stripes like a zebra
Smoke on a nigga, laugh like hyena
Dinner plate, put him on the street
We eat him
Been a player, and I got a band for the play
Petty move, nigga, that's not my way
Take a nigga off, still back in the day
Some of y'all niggas were bitches
From back in the day
Yeah, I'm in the street, all-white Air Force
Selling that white, don't bring no ones
Big blue faces, ain't nothing but hun duns
Young nigga 'bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
And I got fish on the scale, for real
Smell like a nail shop when you come in here
Nothin' but that brick talk
When you get here
Oh, you wanna buy some bags? Nigga got OG
And I got Z's, nigga, break 'em in O's
Only sell P's when you buy a load
Three-fifty for the zippity smoke
Four hundred for the folks I don't know
35 is a fifty or more
Break down, trap beat out the door
I don't touch nothing but this dough
Get money, only thing I know
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