Nasty

[Intro: YFN Lucci]

Uh, uh, oh-oh (It's Budda Beats)

Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

A young nigga, I never had shit, uh

I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it

When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in

Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in

I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah

I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey

I got like two million in a Gucci bag

I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash, hah-uh

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci & Trouble]

Okay, look, money counter on the dresser

The way she pop that pussy, I just had to tip her, uh

The way I work that Glock, they think I'm Brian Niccol

You would've thought he broke a bone, put all that iron in him, yeah, look

My lil' dawgs killin' for a hobby

Them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas with dreads up in the lobby

Them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas don't play about shawty

Yeah, them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas ain't scared to get it poppin', uh, uh

They got pistols, huh, and we got pistols

I'ma smoke one of your homeboys, we don't smoke Swishers

He got kicked out of the whip, I just can't roll with him

Old rattin' ass nigga, I just can't fuck with him, uh, uh

Huh, Greedy doin' ten 'cause of your man

Ju gotta go sit down again

I'm tired of losin' my niggas to the pen', yeah (Nah, I swear)

I'm tired of losin' my niggas to the lead (Fuck)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Trouble]

A young nigga, I never had shit, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it

When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah (This shit get nasty)

I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey (Ooh, this ho nasty)

I got like two million in a Gucci bag (Yeah)

I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash, hah-uh

[Verse 2: Trouble]

I just left my plug house, twenty bricks, I'm cashin' out

Porsche truck got totaled, shootout, I'm shootin' back, I'm crashin' out

Big body Benz, on Lord, I'm talkin' 'bout ho, her ass be out

Every time I see them boys, I'm goin' for it, no backin' out

My stack be tellin' me to chill like, "You ain't got music, you rappin' now"

Told that bitch justice so real, I just go buy they casket now, ayy

Luwhop, and we got Guwop, ain't talkin' 'bout my bills

Stackin' fetty, green cash, mula, and ain't talkin' 'bout myself

Fast forward, B done smoked all of your last boys

Boolin', passport, fly your bitch out, she ain't even ask for it

The work god, kickin' shit out fast as landlords

Your bitch goin', I'm Mike without that badge on Bad Boys

She got a rich nigga, I told her keep him

Nothing is guaranteed, so I promise you we might need him

Creepin' and we gon' sleep him

Now I'm back up and all my people

We servin' and workin', fiends hit my ho raw 'cause she got Fiji

On the plate, then they gon' eat it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

A young nigga, I never had shit, uh

I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it

When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in

Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in

I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah

I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey

I got like two million in a Gucci bag

I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash, hah-uh