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Young Nudy

Shootin Star

 

Shootin Star

(album: Faded In The Booth - 2019)


Mhmm, mhmm, yeah
If you ain't doing what I'm doing, you can't be doing what I'm doing
If you ain't fly like me then you not fly like me
You ain't street like me then you just not street enough (Yeah)
(20Rocket on this bit' so it gon' knock)
(Yeah)
Nigga, just give that shit up, dawg
(Yeah)

Diamonds 'round my neck bling bling
Too much money, cash, ho
I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit
No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn)
Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass to a shooting star
We pulling drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hanging from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm popping, 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 taker, nigga (Racks)
No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga)

Big homie, yeah, I made you, nigga
Your bitch like, "Fuck me, pay me, nigga" (Fuck these bitches)
Damn, I know you hate me, nigga (Damn)
Sleeping with your old lady, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a rich ol' nigga, get up, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Stuck on custard, mhmm, stuck on mustard
Sucka, you need to catch up, ayy, get your check up (Huh?)
You know I flex up, fuck next up, I 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 fucking with a real killer (Yeah)
A real nigga (A real nigga), I'm getting richer and richer (Richer)
The richer I get a (Yeah)
The more y'all turn to bitch-ass niggas
And salt kills snails, it don't kill players (It don't kill us)
Peace up, A-Town down, yeah that's in my town (Yeah that's in my town)
Riding 'round the city in the C, 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 and shoot me now (Yeah)

Diamonds 'round my neck bling bling
Too much money, cash, ho
I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit
No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn)
Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass to a shooting star
We pulling drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hanging from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm popping, 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 taker, nigga (Racks)
No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga)

Yeah, your ho is a groupie, her brain stupid (Stupid)
Playing with her heart like I'm Cupid, that's what I'm doing
Throwing up 4L, man she love me and the whole movement (Gang)
I do a show, man you know I got this bitch moving
Slime Nudy, oh, they wanna fuck on Young Nudy (Yeah)
I remember that nigga wasn't shit (Wasn't shit)
Creeping out the house late night with a bitch (With a bitch)
Fucking all these thots, now all these hoes saying he the shit (He the shit)
Damn, I just shit on 'em, wait 'tii 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 acting just like Juwanna (What?), I fucked his baby mama (I did)
Hotboxing a Honda (Damn), life was good when I was younger
Man, the spot carry thunder, get locked up, lie you, honor (I swear)
It's a code to the street that a nigga under
And I'm tryna make a killing off the beat, I'm tryna make a hit
Rap lifestyle changed my life, I ain't been the same since
Man, Im still with the shit, I tote that stick

Drank got me moving slow-motion
I've been (Yeah) geeked up, I'm smoking (Yeah, yeah)
I got your bitch in the room stroking (Yeah, what?)
I'm in her 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
I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit
No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn)
Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass to a shooting star
We pulling drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hanging from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm popping, 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 taker, nigga (Racks)
No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga)

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