Young Nudy - Keep It 100 lyrics

Y'all fuck niggas gon' die as a fuck nigga
Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one
You gon' live to be a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga

Get you popped, and I swear to God
Put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas
That's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch
She on my dick, homie

I shoot that motherfucker 'til
I can't squeeze, and I got 223s
Shootin' that motherfucker 'til
I can't breathe and I can't get no sleep
I'ma squeeze 'til you can't see
Stick just hit off, I just took off
And I just kept shootin'
At your soul, nigga, fuck ya
I got your bitch in my spot
And she suckin' my dick
And I hit her from the back, no rubber
I'ma feed that baby, bitch nigga
And it's a bastard
The bitch done fell in love with a robber
Street nigga, yeah, I'm a trapper
Get money, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper
Bitch, I'm not Flasha
And I'm flashin' 'cause I got diamonds
I'm shinin', bling bling, as you can see
And you all on my nuts
Bitch, you can't breathe, let me breathe
Bad back, you squeeze
Go and sell these penguins, nothin' but keys
Kick her off my back, I'm like a dog
But I hate fleas
I'ma get money, for real, dog
Count up that blue cheese
Thinkin' bout robbin' niggas, that's it
Dog get that boy swiss cheesed
I hit licks, nigga, on me
You cannot rob no robber, nigga
You kidding me? (Pussy nigga)
How the fuck you niggas envy me?
How the fuck you niggas actin' like you
Niggas wanna get rid of me?
Thought we were all in
Thought we were all friends
'Til that money came in

Get you popped, and I swear to God
Put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas
That's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch
She on my dick, homie

Settin' up shop, takin' over your block
And we smokin' shit
Call the cops, but this shit won't stop
We be rollin' shit
Damn, I'm kickin' shit, and I'm
Still in the Six, nigga
Say you want me dead, nigga
You ain't did shit, nigga
Kickin' up my feet, let them folk
Know who run this shit, nigga
And I be in that EA
East Atlanta, that's my shit, nigga
ATW watchin' me, they say I
Got all these sticks, nigga
I'll get a nigga spinned
Nigga, homicide shit, nigga
Throwin' it up, gang ties
Say they on my ass
4L got the pyramid, whole block on smash
Get them grass, nigga talk too much
Shoot that boy too fast
I'm so gangster, I'm an alley boy
Catch 'em being bad

Get you popped, and I swear to God
Put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God
But I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas
That's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so
Them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch
Oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie
No Rich Homie and I keep that stick
30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch
She on my dick, homie

Ha nigga