Young Nudy - Good Somethin lyrics

It's good somethin'
Long sticks, draco, man
I like this one, on this one right here bro
Slaughter take somethin' good one

Long sticks, dracos
Nigga that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl
Bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I
Made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest
Pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit
You talk that shit
You better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut
Nigga we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga

Nigga talkin' 'bout Bouldercrest El Chapo
We ain't never seen you in
Bouldercrest with no chapo
Nigga come down Bouldercrest
We gon' hit you with that chapo
Slime Nudy bitch, I'm Bouldercrest El Chapo
Ridin' through magnolia with
That dirty stick
I got these young niggas, yeah they ready
We on some dirty shit
We on that molly, know we geekin'
Fuck some fuck shit
Roll the window down, is that OJ?
I'm finna shoot that bitch, yeah
Niggas be talkin', we pullin' up
Chop it out then we hit him up
Fifty round clip, we gon' flip him up
Catch him down bad and we tie him up
Niggas you just got some wrestle money
Huh? got that Valpo money
Take him out nigga, we wipe him out
Snip your motherfuckin' fingers off

Long sticks, dracos
Nigga that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl
Bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I
Made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest
Pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit
You talk that shit
You better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut
Nigga we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga

All these niggas talkin' 'bout they buddy
The face of East Atlanta me, motherfucker
And Young Drake of East Atlanta
We run this motherfucker
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' but undercover
You pussy, lil fake ass drug dealers
You pussy, lil fake ass street nigga
I never seen none of you
Niggas in the streets
None of you niggas walkin'
Around with that thirty
Round hangin' at the end of your heat
You niggas couldn't move like me
Bon appetit
Your bitch is a freak and a feast
Pass to my team
You know that we treatin' that
Ho like a screech
We switchin' up on her, we switchin' lanes
All of my niggas rep Murder Gang
Big B's nigga, man you know what I bang
S double M be the name
Um, rob who and take what?
Say who, we shoot what?
Take off, that's what what, hah

Long sticks, dracos
Nigga that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl
Bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I
Made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest
Pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit
You talk that shit
You better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut
Nigga we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga

Yeah fuck you nigga
These niggas talkin' 'bout
They run Bouldercrest
Nigga y'all don't run shit nigga
Slim thirty, PDE nigga, Magnolia nigga
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on nigga
We run this motherfucker nigga
Straight up and down
From the beginning of Bouldercrest to
The end of Bouldercrest nigga
Fuck what you're talkin' 'bout, huh