Shrimp Lyrics – Young Nudy
Yeah, we just say that, we goin’ with the flow, that’s how we do, we can go at it right now (***-ass ***)
(Naestro on the track)
*** (***-ass ***)
Damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, *** ***
Turn up, *** ***
What you thought, you the only one strapped, ***-ass ***? (Hahaha)
*** ***, yeah (Haha, ***-ass *** pulled his strap out on me)
You see this big-ass strap on me, ***-ass ***
Big Glock (Hahaha)
Yeah, ***, that lil’-bitty-ass Glock, ***
You a ***, ***
Yeah (Yeah, EA-ski, I run this ***, ***)
***-ass *** with a lil’-bitty Glock (Lil’-bitty Glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot *** (Damn)
How the *** you ain’t got one in the head? (What the ***?) Know you ain’t doin’ *** (Nah)
Niggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain’t doin’ it (Never)
***, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the *** want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these *** I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin’, killin’ *** niggas, that’s my ***’ problem (That’s my ***’ problem)
I like to pull my mask down and ***’ rob ’em (I got ’em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can’t)
Now mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper (Fell in love with the stick)
*** *** ain’t even play with me, *** tried one of my partners (Tried one of my partners)
So you know what your son do, man, I pull up and I pop ’em (Pull up and I pop ’em)
Fell in love with the poppin’ (Yeah)
I ain’t had no ***’ papa (Had no ***’ papa, you know it)
But I got niggas listen to me like I’m dad (Like I’m dad)
So my gang about these streets, (Yeah) these niggas would never understand (Never understand)
Losing the war? ***, Slime wouldn’t understand (I ain’t never lost one, ***)
Got so many choppers in this ***, it feel like Afghanistan (Feel like Afghanistan)
I’m dressed in all black (Yeah), I’m robbin’, no Batman (No Batman)
I should’ve been a bald head, they call me the hitman (Call me the hitman)
You know I ain’t got no problem usin’ this stick, man (Usin’ this stick, man)
I got so much money, I can call up stickman (Ayy, stickman, pull up and *** him)
He killin’ ***, he aim, he don’t miss nothin’ (Nothin’)
I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (Connected to the money)
‘Cause ’bout that money, man, this *** get locked in (*** get locked in)
Put his aim on you (Yeah), he gon’ pop until you end (Pop until you end)
***-ass *** with a lil’-bitty Glock (Lil’-bitty Glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot *** (Damn)
How the *** you ain’t got one in the head? (What the ***?) Know you ain’t doin’ *** (Nah)
Niggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain’t doin’ it (Never)
***, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the *** want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these *** I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin’, killin’ *** niggas, that’s my ***’ problem (That’s my ***’ problem)
I like to pull my mask down and ***’ rob ’em (I got ’em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can’t)
Back up, backend, come and pick up a backend (Backend)
I drop these racks on a *** *** head, got young niggas ready for the action (They want it)
*** talkin’ ’bout war with big Slime, boy, you got me laughin’ (Haha)
Must ain’t heard about the last pack, boy, his ass was gassin’ (Let me fire him up real quick)
I was at home kickin’ my ***, rollin’ up and laughin’ (Uh-huh)
Another dollar, ‘nother day when you havin’ (I’m havin’ this ***)
You broke, got smoke with me, ayy, catch me somewhere in traffic (Catch me somewhere in traffic)
Your car better be fast, *** boy, I hope you catch me (Hope you catch me)
I’m strapped up with these sticks in this ***, you know I’m ready (What’s happenin’?)
So many niggas that tried this *** got sent to heaven (Got sent to heaven)
You think you’d be the first *** that tried to *** the Slime? (Tried to *** the Slimeball, you ain’t the first one)
Hahahaha, put ’em all in line (I swear)
I can’t even say how many niggas really died (Not two, hahahaha, ooh)
But I can tell you the main ones that I fried (Uhh)
But I ain’t gon’ speak about that ***, they know the Slime (They know the Slime)
Hahahaha, they know the Slime (Yeah)
***-ass *** with a lil’-bitty Glock (Lil’-bitty Glock), he ain’t gon’ shoot *** (Damn)
How the *** you ain’t got one in the head? (What the ***?) Know you ain’t doin’ *** (Nah)
Niggas ain’t totin’ they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain’t doin’ it (Never)
***, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the *** want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these *** I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin’, killin’ *** niggas, that’s my ***’ problem (That’s my ***’ problem)
I like to pull my mask down and ***’ rob ’em (I got ’em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can’t)