Young Nudy

"It’s Official"

[Intro]
You 'posed to be
You 'posed to been
But you ain't, you a b*tch
Hahahaha
I know

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Red, red, on 50
Blue jean G-Star skinny
And the 30 pokin' out my pocket
Ooh, that b*tch stay wit' me
And I keep a big ass blunt in my mouth, know I stay smokin' sticky
And that car trailin' behind a n*gga filled up with them stickies
Know my goons like my shadow, when I move, they move
When you havin' money, know you gotta load up all your troops
Know I got a arson for whoever want that smoke with the broom
And I pull a arson on these n*ggas, I'll blow your sh*t up too

[Post-Chorus: Young Nudy]
Jackpot, jack, jackpot, ooh (Jackpot)
Jackpot, jack, jackpot, ooh (Jackpot)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Shawty havin' money, shawty havin' work
Shawty got the block, shawty got the beam (Yeah)
Shawty run the streets, shawty want beef
Pull up on a n*gga, eat the whole street
pus*y n*ggas say they wanna squash it now
pus*y n*gga, not me (Nah)
You n*ggas either gonna turn him in or I'ma spray the whole team
n*gga, you know how I beef (Yeah)
I'ma make sure nobody get no sleep
I'm from Paradise East (Yeah)
Real CTB, real MOB (Gang, gang, gang)
Money over b*tches for me
I remember I was havin' pistols way before you n*ggas ever thought about packin' pistols (Yeah)
Shout out to all my n*ggas jumped off the porch
n*gga, know that I'm with 'em (Yeah)
We was robbin' n*ggas in apartments
Young n*gga, we were little (Yeah)
14 15 Hi-Point, n*gga, that was my pistol (Yessir)
Got a lil' older now, I got the stick on my shoulder (Boom)
That n*gga say he want smoke with me
Know I'm gonna show 'em (Know I'm gon' show 'em)
Know I'm gonna roll 'em (Yeah)
Know I'm gonna put him up in the sky (Put him up in the sky)
Know I like that blue
If it ain't my money, it's a disguise, yeah (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Red, red, on 50
Blue jean G-Star skinny
And the 30 pokin' out my pocket
Ooh, that b*tch stay wit' me
And I keep a big ass blunt in my mouth, know I stay smokin' sticky
And that car trailin' behind a n*gga filled up with them stickies
Know my goons like my shadow, when I move, they move
When you havin' money, know you gotta load up all your troops
Know I got a arson for whoever want that smoke with the broom
And I pull a arson on these n*ggas, I'll blow your sh*t up too

[Verse 2: PDE Twin]
It's official, hollow tips'll make you cripple
Runtz got me geeked up
I'm in the stars like big dipper (I'm geeked up)
I see you throwin' up gang, but n*ggas really not official (You not officials)
Slap him out with the pistol
Carbon shoot like a missile, n*gga
I ain't like the TV, I like the static (I like the static)
I can see right through these n*ggas
Yeah, these n*ggas panoramic (I see right through you n*ggas)
These diamonds came from Elliott
Got me drownin', Titanic (They got me drownin', n*gga)
Twin in this b*tch, everything I do is gigantic (I'm goin' big, ho)
Put me on the move, I swear to God I ain't gon' panic (I'ma hit the move, n*gga)
Uh, I was in the streets every day 'cause we ain't have no light ([?])
All I gotta do is point and they'll shoot up your candlelight (They shootin', yeah)
Everybody 'round me tote a gun, n*gga, we ain't gotta fight (Ayy, we ain't gotta fight)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Red, red, on 50
Blue jean G-Star skinny
And the 30 pokin' out my pocket
Ooh, that b*tch stay wit' me
And I keep a big ass blunt in my mouth, know I stay smokin' sticky
And that car trailin' behind a n*gga filled up with them stickies
Know my goons like my shadow, when I move, they move
When you havin' money, know you gotta load up all your troops
Know I got a arson for whoever want that smoke with the broom
And I pull a arson on these n*ggas, I'll blow your sh*t up too

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