Young Nudy - Revenge lyrics

[Intro] Big Bad Slime (COUPE) Sippin’ on mud (Sippin’ on mud) sh*t 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) [Chorus] You still trickin’ ni**as out they cash when you out here? (For real?) Hate to be one of them pussy-ass ni**as, I am not them (I am not) Try to trick Big Slime out that cash and I got him (I got him) ni**a thought that sh*t was over with ’til them folks had dropped him (They dropped him) Money, it gon’ always get you b*tch-ass ni**as out here (Out here) Oh, you ni**as fallin’ for a b*tch 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) [Verse 1] ni**a walk in with them thigh pads and he cannot hide them (Hide them) And my b*tch just say he sweet, guess what? We got to try him (Try him) East Atlanta, Zone 6 ni**a, 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) ni**a, I been killin’ sh*t way before I was tourin’ ni**a, way before this rap check, ni**as didn’t want no smoke Keep my hoodie on my head, don’t talk, step on sh*t, 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 sh*t out, man, we so cutthroat (We so cutthroat) ni**a, I was never slime, my hood named me that sh*t, though (They named me that sh*t, though) I was takin’ sh*t, though (Yeah), quick to pull a kick-door (Yeah) Graduated home invasions, ni**a, 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 fu*k he hid those (Where you hid those?) You know we hit real licks, though (Yeah), big licks, though Took so much sh*t off, they say we ain’t sh*t, though (Woo) It’s all good, we bustin’ down them ‘cho-‘chos (Facts) Hunchos Guapped up off them hits and licks, wrap somethin’ up like burrito (Burrito) Dip ni**as for this cheese, b*tch ni**a, you don’t wanna be a taco [Chorus] You still trickin’ ni**as out they cash when you out here? (For real?) Hate to be one of them pussy-ass ni**as, I am not them (I am not) Try to trick Big Slime out that cash and I got him (I got him) ni**a thought that sh*t was over with ’til them folks had dropped him (They dropped him) Money, it gon’ always get you b*tch-ass ni**as out here (Out here) Oh, you ni**as fallin’ for a b*tch 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) [Verse 2] And I’m boomin’ like a narco (Narco) ni**as 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, ni**a know I’m on go (On go) Frontline, ni**a, big smoke (Big smoke) Some of you b*tch ni**as wasn’t shootin’ sh*t, ni**as tryna shoot sh*t, though (Huh?) Pussy ni**a, that’s a snitch mode Lot of these ni**as just turnin’ twenty, tryna jump off the porch, that’s an N-O (N-O) Thirteen, jumped off the porch, ever since then, ni**a been on (Been on) Sixteen with a big Glock, swear to God, ni**a, man, I been grown (Been grown) Solo dolo with the stick by myself (Stick), ain’t nobody put sh*t on (Nah) Learned from my uncle and my cousin, know I’m bustin’, I ain’t goin’ for sh*t, ho (Never) Pussy ni**a better get gone (Get gone) I’m the type of ni**a takin’ sh*t and go put it on (fu*k you mean, ni**a? Big Slime) [Chorus] You still trickin’ ni**as out they cash when you out here? (For real?) Hate to be one of them pussy-ass ni**as, I am not them (I am not) Try to trick Big Slime out that cash and I got him (I got him) ni**a thought that sh*t was over with ’til them folks had dropped him (They dropped him) Money, it gon’ always get you b*tch-ass ni**as out here (Out here) Oh, you ni**as fallin’ for a b*tch 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) [Outro] Damn, man, y’all slime But I’m Big Bad Slime (Slime), big racks Still step on your b*tch ass, ni**a Uh-huh Party pack, gang member, mama She don’t wanna do that