Shotta – Young Nudy lyrics

Lyrics Shotta – Young Nudy

Shotta lyrics
He’s a shoootta
He’s a robber
He’s a trapper (He’s a trapper)
He’s a gangsta (Gangsta)
Money-maker (Money)
He’s a killer (Killer)
He’s a realer
Real guerilla
She’s a bad b***h (A bad b***h)
She so nasty (She so nasty)
She so classy (She so classy)
She so sassy (She so sassy)
She so freaky (She so freaky)
And she with the s**t (She with the s**t)
And she get that cash
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
And she ’bout that s**t

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
I might trick somethin’
Put a b***h on your head, she gon’ trick somethin’
For that money, she ain’t scared, she ain’t scared of nothin’
She’s a real go-getter, she gon’ take somethin’ (She gon’ take somethin’)
Get you in the spot, she gave that dome dome (She gave that dome dome)
Yeah, doorbell ringin’, I’m like dong dong
Yeah, kick your front door down and you know its on
Yeah, lay your a*s down, you know what we on
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
B***h, get out, s**t finna go down, slap his a*s right now
With that 30, stick it in his mouth, wet that s**t right now
I need that stash and I need that bag
Ayy, n***a, where that cash? (Where it at?)
‘Cause I’m slimin’, so I need this s**t
Grimy with that s**t

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
He’s a shotta
He’s a robber
He’s a trapper (He’s a trapper)
He’s a gangsta (He’s a gangsta)
Money-maker (Money-maker)
He’s a killer (He’s a killer)
He’s a realer (He’s a realer)
Real guerilla (Real guerilla)
She’s a bad b***h (She’s a bad b***h)
She so nasty (She so nasty)
She so classy (She so classy)
She so sassy (She so sassy)
She so freaky (She so freaky)
And she with the s**t (She with the s**t)
And she get that cash
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
And she ’bout that s**t

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Mwah
T-t-that street s**t make me wet (Ooh)
Bae go get that check
Niggas want smoke with me (What?)
Bae go get that TEC (Bow, bow)
Ayy, load up the clip while I’m grabbin’ your d**k (Yeah, yeah)
Give him a kiss on the way to the lick (Mwah)
In on a pack so I’m gettin’ a split
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
F**k the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em s**t (Ayy, ayy)
Bitches want my n***a, but don’t know what to do with him
You could f**k him, you could suck him, but I’m the one get loot with him (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, lil’ b***h you ain’t like that
P***y come with a price tag
Broke n***a take a look at me
And understand he can’t afford that
I’m a bad b***h and I’m classy (Ayy, yeah)
Got some street soldiers that’ll blast s**t (Bow, bow, bow)
Keep a big bust-it ’cause I’m nasty
Pistol by the bed when we smashin’ (Yeah, yeah, ah)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
He’s a shotta
He’s a robber
He’s a trapper (He’s a trapper)
He’s a gangsta (He’s a gangsta)
Money-maker (Money-maker)
He’s a killer (He’s a killer)
He’s a realer (He’s a realer)
Real guerilla (Real guerilla)
She’s a bad b***h (She’s a bad b***h)
She so nasty (She so nasty)
She so classy (She so classy)
She so sassy (She so sassy)
She so freaky (She so freaky)
And she with the s**t (She with the s**t)
And she get that cash
And she ’bout that s**t

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