Young Nudy - Impala lyrics

Ha ha hahahaha, uh (COUPE)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(See, now we don't give a fuck
'bout nothin' 'round this motherfucker)
('Cause you get money, you ain't
Gotta worry 'bout shit, you feel me?)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(But if you ain't gettin' no money, nigga
You a got a motherfuckin' problem)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
(And if you is gettin' money
And you's a pussy nigga
That's a motherfuckin' problem)
('Cause you got a nigga like me out here
Nigga) uh, uh, uh, uh
(Uh huh, I'm on your ass, nigga
I don't play no games)

Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep
I don't think he seen me
Comin', when I'm dumpin'
Hit him 'cross the street
You know we get to
Stompin', get to runnin'
Who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that 223

That bitch gon' hit him from
His head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one
Of them other niggas, nah, i ain't sweet
They must ain't told you, bitch
I'm a gangster, yes sir
I am from the street (I'm from the street)
I don't have problems with
None of my enemies
They know what's up with me
(They know what's up with me, pussy)

I'm known for terrorizing
Got 12 on my back, I swear to God
I really done caught hell 'bout it (yeah)
Them bodies and I swear I keep it brick
I cannot talk about it (For real)
But only thing I do is pop my shit
That's how I talk about it (For real)
I really don't know nobody like my gang
We really 'bout it (yeah)
Nigga step up to the plate
I show you we against everybody (Batter up)
You know you niggas don't wanna be dead
Don't get beheaded
'Cause you know we ready and we
Four deep strapped up in Chevy (Chevy)

Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep
(Uh, huh) i don't think he seen me
Comin', when I'm dumpin'
Hit him 'cross the street
You know we get to
Stompin', get to runnin'
Who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that 223
That bitch gon' hit him from
His head to his feet

That pussy nigga thought I was one
Of them other niggas, nah, i ain't sweet
They must ain't told you, bitch
I'm a gangster, yes sir
I am from the street (I'm from the street)
I don't have problems with
None of my enemies
They know what's up with me
(They know what's up with me)

Yeah, and we got choppers (Choppers)
I don't wanna show these pussy
Niggas they not no problem (Uh, uh)
You know we gonna ride with these choppers
(Choppers)
You thought it was a biker gang (yeah)
Damn, how we popped him
He thought we was the Sniper Gang
(Sniper Gang)
The money that I got, your money not the same
(Not the same)

When we step, wrap and smoke a nigga
Choo-choo train (Choo-choo train)
Smoke a nigga shit up like a chimney
Come down like Grinch (Like the Grinch)
I'm feeling like I'm Santa when your
Ho get on my sleigh (My sleigh)
I'll pay your bitch rent just to
Find out where you lay (You lay)
It's money on your head, I know what I do
I don't play (I don't play, nigga)

Yeah, this how I play (Uh uh, do not play)
Slimy (I don't play, nigga, yeah)

Pull up in an all-black Impala four deep
Me and my dog creep
We got one, finna put his ass to sleep
(Uh, huh) i don't think he seen me
Comin', when I'm dumpin'
Hit him 'cross the street
You know we get to
Stompin', get to runnin'
Who that at the street? (Boom, boom, boom)
That street sweeper, that 223

That bitch gon' hit him from
His head to his feet
That pussy nigga thought I was one
Of them other niggas, nah, i ain't sweet
They must ain't told you, bitch
I'm a gangster, yes sir
I am from the street (I'm from the street)
I don't have problems with
None of my enemies
They know what's up with me
(They know what's up with me)