Young Nudy - I Got lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy - I Got lyrics]
Yeah, nigga, you hear them
Motherfuckin' rubies, man, you know
What I'm sayin'? Hittin' up
Against each other, nigga
Yeah, man, just bought a couple
Of houses right there, man
In Beverly Hills, nigga
Yeah, we don't worry 'bout the
Past, man, we move forward, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
New money, new hoes, new bags (Boy)
You get it, you dig?
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet
Fuck around and run it up
All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck
I be gettin' bigger bucks
All y'all niggas lame as fuck
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' like us
Nigga wanna be us
Not part of the Bermuda, nigga
None of y'all niggas some shooters, nigga
We pull up and, nigga, we do you, nigga
Aim at medulla, nigga
Knock that motherfucker off, man
Down, yeah, Medusa, nigga
Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas
I would hate to be one
Of you broke ass niggas
Damn, you make me laugh
Walk around with lot of damn cash
Thirty thousand in my fuckin' pants
Thirty make my fuckin' pants sag
I know you mad, I am not
Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 (Mafia) and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet
Okay, it's Juice man, I'm off two Xans
(Two Xans)
My blunt mixed with two strands (Two strands)
My cup worth 'bout two bands (Two bands)
Nigga, what you doin'? (Doin')
Coonin' and buffoonin'
I got all these bitches choosin'
I got basketball money, bitch
And I ain't even hoopin'
And I got big racks on me bitch, I'm loaded
Rubber band business, can't fold it
Bitch, bust it open take a snap and post it
I'm in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet
Motherfuckin' rubies, man, you know
What I'm sayin'? Hittin' up
Against each other, nigga
Yeah, man, just bought a couple
Of houses right there, man
In Beverly Hills, nigga
Yeah, we don't worry 'bout the
Past, man, we move forward, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
New money, new hoes, new bags (Boy)
You get it, you dig?
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet
Fuck around and run it up
All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck
I be gettin' bigger bucks
All y'all niggas lame as fuck
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' like us
Nigga wanna be us
Not part of the Bermuda, nigga
None of y'all niggas some shooters, nigga
We pull up and, nigga, we do you, nigga
Aim at medulla, nigga
Knock that motherfucker off, man
Down, yeah, Medusa, nigga
Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas
I would hate to be one
Of you broke ass niggas
Damn, you make me laugh
Walk around with lot of damn cash
Thirty thousand in my fuckin' pants
Thirty make my fuckin' pants sag
I know you mad, I am not
Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 (Mafia) and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet
Okay, it's Juice man, I'm off two Xans
(Two Xans)
My blunt mixed with two strands (Two strands)
My cup worth 'bout two bands (Two bands)
Nigga, what you doin'? (Doin')
Coonin' and buffoonin'
I got all these bitches choosin'
I got basketball money, bitch
And I ain't even hoopin'
And I got big racks on me bitch, I'm loaded
Rubber band business, can't fold it
Bitch, bust it open take a snap and post it
I'm in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell
My racks look like a shoe-case i got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow) , all day
I don't get no sleep molly got me geeked
AK-47, 223 and I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet