Outro - Young Nudy

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

They don’t make niggas like me no more

Hell nah

I told 'em I’m the truth

I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice

I told 'em I’m the man, yeah I run in thirty-two

I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32

I told 'em I’m the shit, I told 'em I got his bitch

I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich

I told 'em that they lame as fuck, these niggas ain’t talkin' 'bout shit

I told 'em, then I showed 'em, then I flexed on 'em

Yeah I pulled up in that Hellcat with that check on 'em

Yeah I pulled up at the Texaco, got good smoke

Uh-huh I got that stupid gas, I got good smoke

And I got that brick, yeah that fishscale, that good blow

And I’m movin' blow like I’m n that movie Blow

Nigga try to play I’ma get yo ass blown

Just like this blunt that I just smoked

Yeah, haha

Slime you be on that real bullshit

I told 'em I’m the truth

I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice

I told 'em I’m the man, yeah I run in thirty-two

I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32

I told 'em I’m the shit, I told 'em I got his bitch

I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich

God damn

Hell yeah I sold my soul but I’m not mojo

Never snitchin' on a nigga, send me to deathrow

I’m a real street nigga, mama ain’t raise no ho

Catch me on the block, I’m from Bouldercrest road

Hell yeah I’m PDE

Hell yeah I’m CTD

Hell yeah it’s money over bitches, shit so MOB

And hell these niggas ain’t fuck, yeah they cannot fuck with me

And hell yeah you lookin' for me, I’m out in these streets

And hell yeah I’m on the block, I’m on the front street

I told 'em I’m the truth

I told 'em yeah I got the juice but not OJ the juice

I told 'em I’m the man, yeah I run in thirty-two

I told 'em yeah I keep a Glock, it hold 'bout 32

I told 'em I’m the shit, I told 'em I got his bitch

I told 'em that I was gon' get this money, I wanna be rich

Haha

You told 'em slime, you told 'em

Shh, Pierre just want went crazy on that motherfucker too

Can’t even flex

Motherfuckin' nasty

Yeah nigga

Pierre motherfucker

Nasty beat

Really everything we make really just be fire

Like he make the beat, I make the music

I’m in the booth, I’m tellin' the truth

Shit it’s simple as that, that’s all it is

And the checks just keep rollin' in nigga