lirik lagu young nudy - all white
[intro]
ayy, mahd, tell ’em turn that noise off
[chorus]
i’m in the street, all~white air force
sellin’ that white, don’t bring no ones
big blue face, ain’t nothin’ but hun~duns
young n~gga ’bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
and i got fish on the scale, for real
smell like a nail shop when you come in here
nothin’ but the brick talk when you get here
and you wanna buy some bags? n~gga got og
and i got z’s, n~gga, break ’em in o’s
only sell p’s when you buy a load
three fifty for the zippity smoke
four hundred for the folks i don’t know
3.5 is a fifty or more
break down, trap beat at the door
i don’t touch nothin’ but this door
get money, only thing i know
[verse 1]
what you gon’ do when you gotta shoot at they ride?
what you gon’ do when your people gon’ die?
what you gon’ do when it’s time to slide?
what you gon’ do when you got a .45?
what you gon’ do when the .357 hit him in the face and send him straight to heaven
what you gon’ do? what you gon’ do when these folk come through?
what you gon’ do when 12 hit the door?
n~gga gon’ run, then you gon’ shoot back
it don’t matter, better keep you a gat
n~gga can’t get caught, n~gga, no lack
h~ll, yeah, n~gga, we packin’, no lackin’
h~ll, nah, n~gga, we blood roll lackin’
h~ll, yeah, play with a n~gga, toe tag somethin’
everybody know, everybody red flag somethin’
yes, sir, n~gga, i’m in the 6, ea, east atlanta, lil’ b~tch
paradise east, b~tch, i’m lovin’ the brick
come in the ‘partments servin’ this sh~t
you want a bag, and i’ll get it straight to you
you want a brick, and i’m whippin’ it up
you country, boy, and i’m f~ckin’ you up
you talkin’ money, i’m turnin’ it up
yes, sir, bless her, ooh, i checked her
she wanna f~ck, oh, yeah, i’m next up
turnt up, b~tch, h~ll, nah, no next up
everybody know, but they stuck on mustard, y’all n~ggas ketchup
h~ll, yeah, head up, tell my opps to [?] head up, yeah
i’m for real
[chorus]
yeah, i’m in the street, all~white air force
sellin’ that white, don’t bring no ones
big blue face, ain’t nothin’ but hun~duns
young n~gga ’bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
and i got fish on the scale, for real
smell like a nail shop when you come in here
nothin’ but the brick talk when you get here
and you wanna buy some bags? n~gga got og
and i got z’s, n~gga, break ’em in o’s
only sell p’s when you buy a load
three fifty for the zippity smoke
four hundred for the folks i don’t know
3.5 is a fifty or more
break down, trap beat at the door
i don’t touch nothin’ but this door
get money, only thing i know
[verse 2]
front door, back door, them 4
i’m in here walkin’ with my n~gga dope
came from atlanta, got it for that low
you make extra when you get on the road
you gon’ stretch him, got your arm in the bowl
whippin’ that sh~t up, and i’m glarin’ her soul
sellin’ that dog, gotta eat all the food
keep this sh~t street if you wanna be goon
packin’ pistols, don’t you have this sh~t tucked?
have this sh~t ready, it’s time to bust
i gotta hit for the money, know it’s up
just squeeze that b~tch, and don’t you freeze up
and now i see these n~ggas need us
i remember people wouldn’t treat us
like people really, really need ’em
we up like a motherf~cker
show the motherf~cker we do not f~ckin’ need ’em
now we treat ’em like the opps when we see them
skin a n~gga like a pig, we bleed ’em
build me a army, n~gga, do i breed ’em?
let me be a dawg ’cause i move like a leader
been in these streets, too many stripes like a zebra
smoke on a n~gga, laugh like hyena
dinner plate, put him on the street, we eat him
been a play, and i got a ben for the play
petty move, n~gga, that’s not my way
take a n~gga off, still back in the day
some of y’all n~ggas were b~tches from back in the day
[chorus]
yeah, i’m in the street, all~white air force
sellin’ that white, don’t bring no ones
big blue face, ain’t nothin’ but hun~duns
young n~gga ’bout it, oh, yeah, big gun
and i got fish on the scale, for real
smell like a nail shop when you come in here
nothin’ but the brick talk when you get here
and you wanna buy some bags? n~gga got og
and i got z’s, n~gga, break ’em in o’s
only sell p’s when you buy a load
three fifty for the zippity smoke
four hundred for the folks i don’t know
3.5 is a fifty or more
break down, trap beat at the door
i don’t touch nothin’ but this door
get money, only thing i know
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