Young Nudy - M.R.E. Lyrics

Hahaha
Shit
Yeah, damn (COUPE)
This motherf*cker hittin'
Bitch got me high
Yeah, yeah

I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch
C4, and I'm big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple
Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel
Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers
That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name (okay)

Y'all niggas had big dogs, ain't nobody was frontin' 'em
Everybody sellin' drugs in my hood, nigga's were runnin' and scared of me
Niggas know what's up with all the shooters
And robbers, yeah, they all follow me
Takin' shit was never a problem
Take down, big fish shit, like Willie B
Bentley truck, why'd you a goldfish to me?
Have you ever robbed a robber, pussy?
Have you ever killed a killer, bully?
.44 bulldog, wish it was fully (on God, nigga)
All of my life revolve with guns
You ain't got no gun, then run
My clip' gon' shoot, moments on

I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch
C4, and I'm big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple
Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel
Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers
That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name

Bitch, you know I'm the dangerous one (for real)
They hate, 'cause I'm the famous one
Nah, for real, lil' nigga, my life real like rich shooter
I'm the one that sends the shooters
My shooter don't call my Call of Duty
Baptize a nigga just for a hundred
Whole lot of money, hallelujah
I might spin that bitch with my partner
Double-back, we alley-oop him (had to dunk 'em)
Yeah, back in, back in, back on stage
Walk in the club And get a fifty-ball and I ain't have to rap a thing
Damn, I came a long way from rappin', nigga, just like I'm Wayne
Pluck me a chicken head nigga (on God)
If you switch on me, you stuck on the other side, you can die (on God)
Got no remorse for my enemy, most of them niggas fried (on God)
I'm the type of nigga that a pussy nigga cannot try (never)
Get your name and roll it up in paper, call you that new Za
And your folks gon' back door for that paper, boy, this shit get fire
I'm droppin' real racks over here, nigga

I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch
C4, and I'm big dawg, B-E-O, play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple
Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel
Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker
Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers
That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em
Had to up my aim and I had to up my name (okay)