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Young Nudy – Swisher Backwood Lyrics

Swisher Backwood by Young Nudy


[Young Nudy]
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Uh, you gotta be smokin’ a blunt in this mothafucka (Yeah)
Count that s---, dawg (Yeah)
Split that s---, dawg (Gang)
You ain’t smokin’, I don’t wanna hear that s---, n----

[Young Nudy]
Count that s--- up, split it with my dawg
Got your b---- in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up)
Geeked up on this drank, so we turnt up (Tight up)
In the club, hunnid bands, in the ceilin’, throwin’ up (Yeah)
And I got your b---- drunk, b---- might be throwin’ up (Yeah, yeah)
Percocet, yeah, all in my cup
Know I’m leanin’ so I’m fiendin’ for some more so pour me up
Strapped up, think about robbin’ me, I’ma shoot you up
In my mind frame, in my head, I don’t give a f--- (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m bloody so I’m thuggin’ (Yeah)
Get money, so she love me (Yeah)
Sip lean, it’s not bubbly (Nah)
My face lookin’ ugly (Yeah)
Adderall got me muggy (Yeah)
Handgun, I’m like, “F--- it” (Yeah)
The block, I stay thuggin’ (Yeah)
These trenches, yeah, they love me (Yeah)
The gun, yeah, I’m ’bout it (Yeah)
You talkin’, you ain’t ’bout it (Yeah)
B---- n----, I’ll show you (Yeah)
I whip out, eye-roll you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the blunt, I’ll smoke you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the bread, I’ll toast you (Yeah)
Put this bread on your head, them youngins, they’ll toast you (Yeah)
Pull up on your block, got that gun, pita roll ’em (Yeah)
Big blunts (Yeah, yeah)

[Young Nudy]
This that blunt talk (Blunt talk)
This that gas talk (Gas, gas)
This that slime talk (Slime)
This that Nudy talk (That Nudy talk)
This that get-that-money talk (Yeah)
I don’t know what y’all thought (Huh?)
Finna show you how to get it (Huh?)
This just how I walk (Yeah)
Yeah, walk like a player (Yeah), move like a gangsta (Yeah)
N---- think I’m slippin’ (Yeah), try me, I’ma spank ya (Yeah)
Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), n----, I’m more dangerous (Yeah)
Trigger finger itchin’ (Mhmm, itchin’)

[Young Nudy]
Percocet itchin’ (Itchin’, geekin’, yeah)
Drank got me trippin’ (Yeah, leanin’, ayy, yeah, pour me up)
F--- a lot of b------ (Yeah, damn, that’s your granny, huh?)
Bring ’em in the trenches
On the block I’m gettin’ it (Gettin’ it)
You see how I’m livin’ (I’m livin’ right, racks)
Whole block love me (Yeah, Big Slimeball)
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout money (N----)
You ain’t gettin’ no money
These young n----- ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (Nah)
Whole lotta money, gotta feed your hood
You ain’t gettin’ no money, then don’t say nothin’ (Hush your mouth)
All that frontin’, why they bluffin’, huh?
Whole lot of money, huh? (Yeah)
Pull up, we come take it (Yeah)
Know we gotta shake somethin’ (Shake somethin’, n----)
Strip these n----- like these b------
Get that money, keep on gettin’ it
N---- be talkin’, go and kill him (Kill him)
Yeah, I’m that n---- (Yeah)
Yeah, this that blunt talk (Yeah)
Hahaha

[Young Nudy]
This that blunt talk (Blunt talk)
This that gas talk (Gas, gas)
This that slime talk (Slime)
This that Nudy talk (That Nudy talk)
This that get-that-money talk (Yeah)
I don’t know what y’all thought (Huh?)
Finna show you how to get it (Huh?)
This just how I walk (Yeah)
Yeah, walk like a player (Yeah), move like a gangsta (Yeah)
N---- think I’m slippin’ (Yeah), try me, I’ma spank ya (Yeah)
Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), n----, I’m more dangerous (Yeah)
Trigger finger itchin’ (Mhmm, itchin’)


Young Nudy Lyrics