Testo di 'The Rustlers' di Young Nudy

Bitch nigga
(Bavieronthebeat)
Pussy-ass nigga
Yeah

I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks (with them sticks), they ready for war
And I heard you actin' like a bitch (like a bitch, nigga), your whole squad
Heard your ho is still on my dick (wow, wow), she keep me hard
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (slide on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga (blitz sender), yeah

Iced up like the pope, lookin' like a lick, nigga (licky)
All these gold ropes around my neck, you won't take shit, nigga (brrah, brrah, woo)
Shooters on deck and that's real shit, nigga (that's real shit, nigga)
They won't ever let you touch me, nigga (never, nigga)
Tryna touch this water, you blaze (you blaze, yeah)
Nigga gon' send you that fire, nigga gon' sound like the Sun today (okay)
Know that murder was so foul, he didn't use his gun, but face (damn)
Know my face-card good, know why? 'cause I done ate a lot of plates (I did)
Back in the day, no bitch in me, ayy, nigga, no way (no way)
All that pussy shit, it will not slide when you come through ea (ea)
I heard a couple niggas tried, but they know who to play (no way)
Paradise, we known for doin' that slidin', gresham movin' weight (they slidin')
44 in that hamp' all day (yeah)
If your hood ain't doin' this, then I know your hood cannot relate (nah)
R.I.P. dell, he was a real one in that ea (real one)
Told me don't let up on these niggas, so I won't, okay (I won't)
Fuck a neck, nigga, man, I got my foot on they face (big foot)
I can hear what they say (huh?)
Send a mute through that bitch
Kill shit, got nothin' to say (none of that)
Still the truth with this shit (truth)
Hell yeah, I'm still the same (yeah)
Still in them 'partments with the same gang, ain't nothin' changed

I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks (with them sticks), they ready for war
And I heard you actin' like a bitch (like a bitch, nigga), your whole squad
Heard your ho is still on my dick (wow, wow), she keep me hard
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (slide on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga (blitz sender)

Nigga just got money and a little fame (money)
But I ain't changed for no fame (money)
I could never switch up like them bitch niggas lame (never)
Still free my brothers down the road locked in that chain gang (that chain gang)
Shout out to them boys on the road tryna do they thing (do they thing)
I be prayin' every day daddy come back on a plane (on a plane)
Know I got them plain janes, like my shoes cocaine (cocaine)
Nothin' but that white, nigga
Make that white girl take a sniffer, she take flight with 'em (take a flight with 'em)
I'm in la with the freaky bitches, they like white, nigga (they like white, nigga)
I got all the drugs that they need, they got the right nigga (I'm the plug)
Earn my way by money, fuck you mean, you know 'bout life, nigga? (fuck you mean?)
Get fucked up some time, nigga (damn)
Cross a nigga out real fast, I'm slime, nigga, yeah (I'm slime, nigga, yeah)

I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks (with them sticks), they ready for war
And I heard you actin' like a bitch (like a bitch, nigga), your whole squad
Heard your ho is still on my dick (wow, wow), she keep me hard
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (slide on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga (blitz sender