That's Why (Explicit)

Young Nudy - That's Why (Explicit)

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

Zamn lamb what you doing with that

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em roll it up

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

Got my thing on me

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em got it on me

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em I trap and I

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

And I drink and I drink drink

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em I got mine

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

I got mine do you got yours

I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em

I got all kinds

All type of sticks and it ain't no lie

N**ga wanna play I'ma pull up with fire

Draco ar-15 with the beam on

Y'all ain't gon' wanna play bro

You like stay home

Bro you like stay home yeah

Yeah loaded full loaded paper

Loaded baked potato yeah

I got them young n**gas ready to blaze ya

Y'all n**gas playing I turn you to a vapor vapor

More and more money more and more haters

Sticks-r-us they know not to play with us

Grown man sh*t n**ga you's a dummy

Smokin' crack rock n**ga you's a junky junky

You like to fall off track you's a flunky

Back in the traphouse for me I get money

With this rap sh*t n**ga I'm back to my gunnin'

Got my chains on n**ga ain't taking nothing

In the booth turned up n**ga I got money

Tryna have this b**ch lit from monday through sunday

Loaded loaded bank account got paper

Loaded loaded glock for my hater

Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger

Young n**ga glock with the Ruger ooh

I don't really like to do the Rugers ooh

Some of y'all n**gas do what they gotta do

And they like to do what they gotta do

Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot

Boy you know you through boy

You know you done

And they got the gun boy you better run

They don't wanna hear the gunfire

They don't wanna see their partner die

They don't wanna see their mama cry

Pissin' on your grave when you die

Got no remorse no lie

Get your get-back yeah pussy a** n**ga

But you can't pussy n**ga 'cause you died

Yeah ahaha

But you can't pussy n**ga 'cause you died yeah

Yeah I got my dawgs man put sh*t in the bowl

They ain't ate in a minute they'll shake ya

Yeah yeah

In Beverly n**ga this money don't make us

Yeah yeah

Came from the hood og's didn't make us yeah

F**k is you talking 'bout n**ga yeah

What is they talking about nothing they bluffin'

Talking about money but they ain't getting nothing

I can see it n**ga you ain't doing nothing

Look at your pockets man you ain't got nothing

I'm like d**n bruh that don't make no sense

You ain't got no money not even fifty cents

You can't buy no f**king cigarette or sh*t

Talking about beefin' man put that to an end

I cannot beef with no j you not my friend

I'ma chase the money if it ain't coming in

Play with more money than I ever did

I had to cut 'em off I found they wasn't in

Keep me a money counter 'cause it print

I'm thumbin' through money

Thumbin' through this sh*t

I got these hoes in the trap bent

Thumb in her booty perc' kickin' in

Hit her from the back now I'm going in

Suck me up b**ch had say hello to my friend

Mini mini mini mac-10

And the car black tint

Late night she suckin' f**kin'

That ain't nothing

Thinking about the time I had her with her friend

I just reminisce

Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger

Young n**ga glock with the Ruger ooh

I don't really like to do the Rugers ooh

Some of y'all n**gas do what they gotta do

And they like to do what they gotta do

Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot

Boy you know you through boy you know you done

And they got the gun boy you better run

They don't wanna hear the gunfire

They don't wanna see their partner die

They don't wanna see their mama cry

Pissin' on your grave when you die

Got no remorse no lie

Get your get-back yeah pussy a** n**ga

But you can't pussy n**ga 'cause you died

Yeah ahaha

But you can't pussy n**ga 'cause you died yeah