Young Nudy - Revenge lyrics

Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.

[Young Nudy - Revenge lyrics]

Big Bad Slime (COUPE)
Sippin' on mud (Sippin' on mud)
Shit same color some blood (Blood, brrt)
Double cup seal (Seal)
Filled up to the rim, ooh (To the rim)
And these pints I got, some of 'em I sell
They is not sealed (Not sealed)
Take somethin' off that extra
I like extra money, that's just real
(It's real) hit 'em with the remix
(Remix) , goddamn
I just slimed for real (For real)
Say that boy just want some green
You know I filled it with NyQuil (Goddamn)
Damn, shawty, you still know what you doin'
When you be out here? (Goddamn)
Still there sellin' squares, you got bags
You still got them? (Well, damn)

You still trickin' niggas out they
Cash when you out here? (For real?)
Hate to be one of them pussy-ass niggas
I am not them (I am not)
Try to trick Big Slime out that
Cash and I got him (I got him)
Nigga thought that shit was over with
'til them folks had dropped him
(They dropped him)
Money, it gon' always get you
Bitch-ass niggas out here (Out here)
Oh, you niggas fallin' for a
Bitch and Slimeball got them (Got 'em)
Trick somethin', she gon' sell that pussy
Whatever about him (About him)
Set somethin' up, drop a location
Where you at? We got him (We got him)

Nigga walk in with them thigh pads
And he cannot hide them (Hide them)
And my bitch just say he sweet
Guess what? We got to try him (Try him)
East Atlanta, Zone 6 nigga, boy
You better not try them (Don't try them)
Boy, don't try Big Slimeball
He will have them kill your favorite rapper
(Damn)
I'm your favorite trapper's trapper
I'm your shooter's favorite shooter
(For real) nigga, I been killin' shit way
Before I was tourin'
Nigga, way before this rap check
Niggas didn't want no smoke
Keep my hoodie on my head
Don't talk, step on shit, on go
(yeah) hit the molly with that stick and
Score, Glock 40 with thirty, ho
(Woah)
Everybody know Young Nudy gon' let it go
(Gon' let it go)
Me and all my brothers cross shit out, man
We so cutthroat (We so cutthroat)
Nigga, I was never slime, my
Hood named me that shit, though
(They named me that shit, though)
I was takin' shit, though
(yeah) , quick to pull a kick door (yeah)
Graduated home invasions, nigga
No more kick door (yeah)
Slap him with the stick, though (yeah)
No money, see what it's hittin' for (Wow)
I bet this seven-point-six-two
Remind him where the fuck he hid those
(Where you hid those?)
You know we hit real licks, though
(yeah) , big licks, though
Took so much shit off, they
Say we ain't shit, though
(Woo) it's all good
We bustin' down them 'cho-'chos (Facts)
Hunchos guapped up off them hit's and licks
Wrap somethin' up like burrito (Burrito)
Dip niggas for this cheese, bitch nigga
You don't wanna be a taco

You still trickin' niggas out they
Cash when you out here? (For real?)
Hate to be one of them pussy-ass niggas
I am not them (I am not)
Try to trick Big Slime out that
Cash and I got him (I got him)
Nigga thought that shit was over with
'til them folks had dropped him
(They dropped him)
Money, it gon' always get you
Bitch-ass niggas out here (Out here)
Oh, you niggas fallin' for a
Bitch and Slimeball got them (Got 'em)
Trick somethin', she gon' sell that pussy
Whatever about him (About him)
Set somethin' up, drop a location
Where you at? We got him (We got him)

And I'm boomin' like a narco (Narco)
Niggas play with my money, go in my arsenal
Put on my black Timbs and my cargos (Cargos)
Stick and helmet, front door, ready for war
Nigga know I'm on go (On go)
Frontline, nigga, big smoke (Big smoke)
Some of you bitch niggas wasn't shootin'
Shit, niggas tryna shoot shit, though
(Huh?) pussy nigga, that's a snitch mode
Lot of these niggas just turnin' twenty
Tryna jump off the porch, that's an N-O
(N-O) thirteen, jumped off the porch
Ever since then, nigga been on
(Been on) sixteen with a big Glock, swear
To God, nigga, man, i been grown
(Been grown)
Solo dolo with the stick by myself
(Stick) , ain't nobody put shit on (Nah)
Learned from my uncle and my cousin, know
I'm bustin', I ain't goin' for shit, ho
(Never)
Pussy nigga better get gone (Get gone)
I'm the type of nigga takin' shit
And go put it on
(Fuck you mean, nigga? Big Slime)

You still trickin' niggas out they
Cash when you out here? (For real?)
Hate to be one of them pussy-ass niggas
I am not them (I am not)
Try to trick Big Slime out that
Cash and I got him (I got him)
Nigga thought that shit was over with
'til them folks had dropped him
(They dropped him)
Money, it gon' always get you
Bitch-ass niggas out here (Out here)
Oh, you niggas fallin' for a
Bitch and Slimeball got them (Got 'em)
Trick somethin', she gon' sell that pussy
Whatever about him (About him)
Set somethin' up, drop a location
Where you at? We got him (We got him)

Damn, man, y'all slime
But I'm Big Bad Slime (Slime) , big racks
Still step on your bitch ass, nigga uh huh
Party pack, gang member, mama
She don't wanna do that

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