I Got Young Nudy (Ft. Juicy J)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, nigga, you hear them motherfuckin' rubies, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Hittin' up against each other, nigga
Yeah, man, just bought a couple of houses right there, man
In Beverly Hills, nigga
Yeah, we don't worry 'bout the past, man, we move forward, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
New money, new hoes, new bags (Boy)
You get it, you dig?

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case
I got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day
I don't get no sleep
Molly got me geeked
AK-47, .223
And I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Fuck around and run it up
All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck
I be gettin' bigger bucks
All y'all niggas lame as fuck
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' like us
Nigga wanna be us
Not part of the Bermuda, nigga
None of y'all niggas some shooters, nigga
We pull up and, nigga, we do you, nigga
Aim at medulla, nigga
Knock that motherfucker off, man down, yeah, Medusa, nigga
Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas
I would hate to be one of you broke ass niggas
Damn, you make me laugh
Walk around with lot of damn cash
Thirty thousand in my fuckin' pants
Thirty make my fuckin' pants sag
I know you mad, I am not
Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots