NUSSIE Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Ayo Fatboy, let me hear something)
(My n!gga Brando the sickest)
(Say, Brando, what it's hitting for?)
Look
Ayy, I wasn't raised like none of these n!ggas
You, ayy, I'm cut from a whole different cloth
Believe that
I'm straight out that North
Uh

[Verse]
Come do my thing and pop my s*it on top a b!tch too
Can I take all of my kids on a trip to Spain and buy them s*it too?
He done got up in my way, we killed your man's like I was 'posed too
I just pulled up Lambo back to back to back and I got my tool too
Bang, bang, bang, oh no, b!tch tried to slump me
Find where he lay at, lay his head right there, get back to money
Hold on, blrrrt, b!tch, I'm known for thugging
On my Southern with a cutter, with a drum, b!tch
Look, on my son and on my mother, on a Sunday, it'll get ugly
On this oath, I break a vow, then on my soul it's gon' haunt me
On his head, I placed a dot, then popped that b!tch like a pimple, bust it
PO told me, "Take a piss test," and I s*itted in a cup (NUSSIE)
I'm a slime, I ain't your partner, I'll rob you out of something
You got a problem? From the bottom, to the top, you climb for something
And a man that stand for nothing, you gon' stand for nothing, dumbass
I'm a man that stand for something, murder your ass 'bout the cash
I'm in a quarter-million-dollar car with a 2 dollar flag
Real thirty on a stick, dumb b!tch thought the shell catcher was a bag
That we put jewels in
Hollow holders go in and put holes in n!ggas ass
We sit back and eat and smoke after we roll a n!gga ass
Slime from the gutter reporting, my brother, I love you
I got your back, for a fact, letting nobody touch you
Together, we done struggled
S*it, what you want? What you wan' do?

We could pop out with that strap and make s*it move
We could pull up and fu*k over one of them dudes
Motorola, Nola'Yola
Real closure, Costra Nostra
I can't serve you, I don't know you
In a cell, I'm drinking fours
To all my real gangsters, real bangers, stain I owe you
Behind this mic, I'll show you
Who the who city blamed it on? (NUSSIE)
Who homicide getting real tied up? (NUSSIE)
Who they turned they back on, but still be showing love? (YoungBoy)
Who got that pu*sy-n!gga smashed in the club?
Who got that getting your daughter fu*ked and got your son on drügs?
I'm sorry
B!tch disrespect me, make me double back, I'm a gangster
Riding where they say it's dangerous, bumping old school and a gangster
Mind of a menace, I'm rich and famous