Young Nudy - Shootin Star lyrics

Mhmm, mhmm (yeah)
If you ain't doin' what I'm doin'
You can't be doin' what I'm doin'
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you ain't fly like me
Then you not fly like me
If you ain't street like me
(yeah) , then you just not street enough
Nigga (yeah, 20Rocket on this bitch
So it's gon' knock)
Just give that shit up, dawg

Yeah, diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling
Too much money, cash, ho
I'm havin' this shit, you
Not havin' this shit
No way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro
(Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that 40 on me (40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that nigga
(yeah)
I'm a young money taking nigga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, nigga
(Nobody made me, nigga)

Your big homie, yeah, I made you niggas
Your bitch like, "Fuck me, pay me, nigga"
(Fuck me, pay me)
Damn, I know you hate me, nigga (Damn)
Sleepin' with your old lady, nigga, yeah
(yeah)
I'm a rich young nigga, get up, nigga, yeah
(yeah)
Stuck on custard, uh huh, stuck on mustard
Sucker, you need to catch up, ayy
Get your check up (Huh?)
You know I flex up, fuck next up
I've been up
Got big bucks, whip it out and she big suck
Know I big fuck
Make that big booty back that shit up, damn
She won't give up
I'ma hit her, she a hitter
She fuckin' with a real killer (yeah)
A real nigga (A real nigga)
I'm gettin' richer and richer (Richer)
The richer I getter (yeah)
The more y'all turn to bitch-ass niggas
(Bitch niggas)
And salt kills snails, it don't kill players
(It don't kill players)
Peace up, A Town down, yeah
That's in my town
(yeah, that's in my town)
Ridin' 'round the city in the six
That's my stomping grounds
(That's my stomping grounds)
East Atlanta vet, everybody
They salute me now (They salute me now)
Pussy niggas scared to try to shoot me now

Yeah, diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling
Too much money, cash, ho
(Cash) i'm havin' this shit, you
Not havin' this shit
No way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro
(Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that 40 on me (40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that nigga
(yeah)
I'm a young money taking nigga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, nigga
(Nobody made me, nigga)

Yeah, your ho is a groupie, her brain stupid
(Stupid)
Playin' with her heart like I'm Cupid
That's what I'm doin'
Throwin' up 4L, man
She love me and the whole movement (Gang)
I do a show, man
You know I got this bitch movin'
Slime Nudy, oh, they wanna fuck on Young Nudy
(yeah) i remember that nigga wasn't shit
(Wasn't shit) creepin' out the house late
Night with a bitch (With a bitch)
Fuckin' all these thots
Now all these hoes sayin' he the shit
(He the shit) damn, I just shit on 'em
Wait 'til I piss on 'em (Piss it)
Nigga don't wanna, don't wanna
You don't want no drama
(You don't want no drama)
Bitch nigga actin' just like Juwanna
(What?) , I fucked his baby mama (I did)
Hotboxin' a Honda (Damn)
Life was good when I was younger
(When I was younger)
Man, that's why I carry carry thunder
Get locked up, lie to your honor (I swear)
Code to these streets that a nigga under
And I'm tryna make a killin' off the beat
I'm tryna make a hit
Rap lifestyle changed my life
I ain't been the same since
Man, I'm still with the shit
I tote that stick

Drank got me movin' slow-motion i've been
(yeah) geeked up, I'm smokin' (yeah)
I got your
(yeah) bitch in the room strokin' (yeah)
I'm in her
(What?) throat, I just dropped a load in
Okay, okay, okay, tell 'em
Slime, tell 'em, slime
Yeah, bitch

Diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling
Too much money, cash, ho
(Cash) i'm havin' this shit, you
Not havin' this shit
No way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro
(Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that 40 on me (40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that nigga
(yeah)
I'm a young money taking nigga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, nigga
(Nobody made me, nigga)