Young Nudy - One Dolla lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy - One Dolla lyrics]
Yo, yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out?
Uh, okay, okay for real, okay
Yeah
Okay, your pack just landed
They calling me a crash dummy
Wrap this fucking nigga like a mummy dummy
Yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah, okay, yeah, okay, yeah
Okay
Licks on tops of licks, moves on top of moves
Juggs on top of juggs
Nigga just bring them tools
Tools on top of tools, yeah jugg
Gotta wipe him out
We gon' wipe them out, we gon' X them out
He ain't what we on, they ain't what we on
Gang gang
I be on some gang, you ain't gang
You is lame fuck you think? Fuck you gang
Cross you out, give a fuck 'bout your stain
(Fuck your stain)
Real big homie, fuck big homie, no big homie
Gang members only, PDE only
Y'all niggas ain't gang, fuck you homie
Shootin up that, gotta take that
Run off with dat
Niggas ain't with that, take off your pack
Nigga you a bitch nigga, turn into a rat
Yeah go splat this, go splat that
Rat-a tat tat
Fully automatic Glock in my hoodie
Stick in my bag, where them niggas at?
(Where he at?)
I'm with this, you ain't with that
I'm bout that, you ain't bout this
You ain't bout that, pull this grip on you
Bouta bust your ass
Yeah, I got the 30, he got the 30
Everybody 730
I'm so blood, he so bloody he's
So blood, still cross out bloods
Still cross out Bloods
(Still cross out Bloods)
I'm so slimy, slime so grimey
I be crossing niggas out
Same nigga tryna hang around my house
Damn I can't help it, yeah
Giving these niggas the blues
Nigga, I been in these streets
Just been putting niggas really on the news
Back in the days don't wanna hear about it
All these niggas really talk about
Nigga really really live about it
Nigga I really been about it
Nigga better ask somebody
Nigga better know somebody
Nigga I kill somebody
Nigga been itching for a body
Lately I been going crazy (Cray)
Thinking I be thinking crazy (Cray)
Nigga I been thinking crazy (Cray)
Nigga I been thinking shady
Nigga I don't know what I'm thinking
I don't
I don't know what I'm thinking, oh
Late nights I be clutching homie
I don't really trust nobody
I don't really fuck with nobody
Really don't hang with nobody
You know me I'm a loner, yeah
Tryna catch your bitch I'ma bone her
Blowing big blunts I'm a stoner
When it get done motherfucker I'm a loner
(Loner) hell yeah that bitch
I just be passing these bitches
I don't be cuffing these bitches
I just be fucking all these bitches
I just be giving hoe the stitches
I just be cutting bitches out
Uh, okay, okay for real, okay
Yeah
Okay, your pack just landed
They calling me a crash dummy
Wrap this fucking nigga like a mummy dummy
Yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah, okay, yeah, okay, yeah
Okay
Licks on tops of licks, moves on top of moves
Juggs on top of juggs
Nigga just bring them tools
Tools on top of tools, yeah jugg
Gotta wipe him out
We gon' wipe them out, we gon' X them out
He ain't what we on, they ain't what we on
Gang gang
I be on some gang, you ain't gang
You is lame fuck you think? Fuck you gang
Cross you out, give a fuck 'bout your stain
(Fuck your stain)
Real big homie, fuck big homie, no big homie
Gang members only, PDE only
Y'all niggas ain't gang, fuck you homie
Shootin up that, gotta take that
Run off with dat
Niggas ain't with that, take off your pack
Nigga you a bitch nigga, turn into a rat
Yeah go splat this, go splat that
Rat-a tat tat
Fully automatic Glock in my hoodie
Stick in my bag, where them niggas at?
(Where he at?)
I'm with this, you ain't with that
I'm bout that, you ain't bout this
You ain't bout that, pull this grip on you
Bouta bust your ass
Yeah, I got the 30, he got the 30
Everybody 730
I'm so blood, he so bloody he's
So blood, still cross out bloods
Still cross out Bloods
(Still cross out Bloods)
I'm so slimy, slime so grimey
I be crossing niggas out
Same nigga tryna hang around my house
Damn I can't help it, yeah
Giving these niggas the blues
Nigga, I been in these streets
Just been putting niggas really on the news
Back in the days don't wanna hear about it
All these niggas really talk about
Nigga really really live about it
Nigga I really been about it
Nigga better ask somebody
Nigga better know somebody
Nigga I kill somebody
Nigga been itching for a body
Lately I been going crazy (Cray)
Thinking I be thinking crazy (Cray)
Nigga I been thinking crazy (Cray)
Nigga I been thinking shady
Nigga I don't know what I'm thinking
I don't
I don't know what I'm thinking, oh
Late nights I be clutching homie
I don't really trust nobody
I don't really fuck with nobody
Really don't hang with nobody
You know me I'm a loner, yeah
Tryna catch your bitch I'ma bone her
Blowing big blunts I'm a stoner
When it get done motherfucker I'm a loner
(Loner) hell yeah that bitch
I just be passing these bitches
I don't be cuffing these bitches
I just be fucking all these bitches
I just be giving hoe the stitches
I just be cutting bitches out