Young Nudy - Nutsack lyrics

Let's play let's play
Okay yeah, huh

Yeah, playin' with my nutsack
Scratchin' on this crack where I had
To hide my Glock at
Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that
Fuck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad
Where them opps at?
Nigga tryna catch me slippin'
Nigga I'm gon' empty got that Glock on me
You know that bitch there hold 'bout fifty
Pull up on these niggas, yeah that bullshit
Know I'm with it
And I love these freaky hoes
Slimeball he love these bitches
Where them nat nat nat nats
Give me neck neck i just wanna hit you front
The back and slap that
I just want some head lil mama
Might give you some bread
Later on I'm gone, bitch
Don't call my phone, uh huh
Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone
Uh huh
I get a nigga shot, get a nigga gone, uh huh
All about that money
All of my niggas 'bout they skrilla
Catch a nigga down bad
Ooh young nigga gon' and kill 'em
We don't play with nobody
Everybody 'bout catching a body
Bodies on bodies, nigga we'll kill everybody
All these niggas talkin' 'bout it
They ain't 'bout it feel like Master P
But I really want big bank nigga
Pull up on these lame ass
Niggas in that tank nigga
Got your bitch on my dick
Yeah she faint nigga
When she see the slimeball, bitch it's boss
You know these hoes love to lick my balls

Hahaha, hahaha, yeah
Scratchin' on my nutsack yeah bitch
(tell 'em slime) okay okay

Soon I came in
I had my motherfuckin' mask on
Nigga tried to move, fuck that shit
He got blast on told that pussy nigga he
Better not fuckin' move
First nigga move I'ma give his ass the blues
Twelve lookin' for me
Slimeball didn't leave no clues
Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint
Murder rate raised up, bitch, I'm from EA
You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA
Shoot a motherfucker in his face
Ooh that's a cold case
I don't really play with these niggas
I just spray at these niggas
I be ridin' through these streets
With a K with me, nigga
Ain't nobody fuckin' safe, nigga
Run up in your house, empty the safe, nigga

(What else, slime?) hahaha, I don't know

Back in the kitchen
Yeah we countin' up this skrilla
Rippin' up this cocaine
Me and all my niggas
All these motherfuckin' convicted felons
We flexin' on these niggas
Why they flexin'
Why they motherfuckin' stressin'
All this goddamn money
I swear to god god gave me a blessing
I be flexing on these niggas, no fraud
I be fucking all these bitches, more broads
You ain't gettin' no money
Nigga, you a fraud, huh

What else, what else ho, what else
I don't what else
Fuck it, fuck it let's do it (Bermuda shit
Get you killed out in the street)
Ok, yeah, I like that
Bermuda shit nigga, get you killed
Out here in these streets, bitch
That's on gang bitch yeah nigga, yeah, huh
Itchy nutsack
What the fuck happened to the rest
Of it? That was it?