"NUSSIE FREESTYLE" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Ayo Fatboy, let me hear somethin')
(My nigga Brando the sickest)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Look
Ayy, I wasn't raised like none of these niggas
You, ayy, I'm cut from a whole different cloth
Believe that
I'm straight out that North
Uh
Come do my thing and pop my shit on top a bitch too
Can I take all of my kids on a trip to Spain and buy them shit too?
He done got up in my way, we killed your man's like I was 'posed too
I just pulled up Lambo back to back to back and I got my tool too
Bang, bang, bang, oh no, bitch tried to slump me
Find where he lay at, lay his head right there, get back to money
Hold on, blrrrt, bitch, I'm known for dumpin'
On my Southern with a cutter, with a drum, bitch
Look, on my son and on my mother, on a Sunday, it'll get ugly
On this oath, I break a vow, then on my soul it's gon' haunt me
On his head, I placed a dot, then popped that bitch like a pimple, bust it
PO told me, "Take a piss test," and I shitted in a cup (NUSSIE)
I'm a slime, I ain't your partner, I'll rob you out of somethin'
You got a problem? From the bottom, to the top, you climb for somethin'
And a man that stand for nothin', you gon' stand for nothin', dumbass
I'm a man that stand for somethin', murder your ass 'bout the cash
I'm in a quarter-million-dollar car with a 2 dollar flag
Real thirty on a stick, dumb bitch thought the shell catcher was a bag
That we put jewels in
Hollow holders go in and put holes in niggas ass
We sit back and eat and smoke after we roll a nigga ass
Slime from the gutter reportin', my brother, I love you
I got your back, for a fact, lettin' nobody touch you
Together, we done struggled
Shit, what you want? What you wan' do?
We could pop out with that strap and make shit move
We could pull up and fuck over one of them dudes
Motorola, Nola'Yola
Real closure, Costra Nostra
I can't serve you, I don't know you
In a cell, I'm drinkin' fours
To all my real gangsters, real bangers, think I owe you
Behind this mic, I'll show you
Who the who city blamed it on? (NUSSIE)
Who homicide gettin' real tied up? (NUSSIE)
Who they turned they back on, but still be showin' love? (YoungBoy)
Who got that pussy-nigga smashed in the club?
Who got that gettin' your daughter fucked and got your son on drugs?
I'm sorry
Bitch disrespect me, make me double back, I'm a gangster
Ridin' where they say it's dangerous, bumpin' old school and a gangster
Mind of a menace, I'm rich and famous
(My nigga Brando the sickest)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Look
Ayy, I wasn't raised like none of these niggas
You, ayy, I'm cut from a whole different cloth
Believe that
I'm straight out that North
Uh
Come do my thing and pop my shit on top a bitch too
Can I take all of my kids on a trip to Spain and buy them shit too?
He done got up in my way, we killed your man's like I was 'posed too
I just pulled up Lambo back to back to back and I got my tool too
Bang, bang, bang, oh no, bitch tried to slump me
Find where he lay at, lay his head right there, get back to money
Hold on, blrrrt, bitch, I'm known for dumpin'
On my Southern with a cutter, with a drum, bitch
Look, on my son and on my mother, on a Sunday, it'll get ugly
On this oath, I break a vow, then on my soul it's gon' haunt me
On his head, I placed a dot, then popped that bitch like a pimple, bust it
PO told me, "Take a piss test," and I shitted in a cup (NUSSIE)
I'm a slime, I ain't your partner, I'll rob you out of somethin'
You got a problem? From the bottom, to the top, you climb for somethin'
And a man that stand for nothin', you gon' stand for nothin', dumbass
I'm a man that stand for somethin', murder your ass 'bout the cash
I'm in a quarter-million-dollar car with a 2 dollar flag
Real thirty on a stick, dumb bitch thought the shell catcher was a bag
That we put jewels in
Hollow holders go in and put holes in niggas ass
We sit back and eat and smoke after we roll a nigga ass
Slime from the gutter reportin', my brother, I love you
I got your back, for a fact, lettin' nobody touch you
Together, we done struggled
Shit, what you want? What you wan' do?
We could pop out with that strap and make shit move
We could pull up and fuck over one of them dudes
Motorola, Nola'Yola
Real closure, Costra Nostra
I can't serve you, I don't know you
In a cell, I'm drinkin' fours
To all my real gangsters, real bangers, think I owe you
Behind this mic, I'll show you
Who the who city blamed it on? (NUSSIE)
Who homicide gettin' real tied up? (NUSSIE)
Who they turned they back on, but still be showin' love? (YoungBoy)
Who got that pussy-nigga smashed in the club?
Who got that gettin' your daughter fucked and got your son on drugs?
I'm sorry
Bitch disrespect me, make me double back, I'm a gangster
Ridin' where they say it's dangerous, bumpin' old school and a gangster
Mind of a menace, I'm rich and famous
