Middle Finger With The Five Fax - Young Nudy | 21 Savage

Pocket full of commas, yeah My stick hold a hunna, yeah That's my partner, they one hundred Fuckin' niggas baby mamas I'm ridin' around on my skateboard Nah, I'm not doing no surfboard Nigga like what is you hatin' for? Nigga young nigga be hating boy Middle finger to your face boy Middle finger to your face boy When you out here in these streets, its fuck you, yeah pay me Glock 23, Steph Curry that .30 Y'all niggas playin', man my vision so blurry You is not my gang, then I'm going 730 Nigga playing I'ma murk him, put him in the dirt hurt him I don't care 'bout murder, yeah 6 God, bitch I'll murder him Fuck the hoes, I'ma hurt him Hurt feelings yeah hurt them, yeah I don't show no feelings 'bout these hoes, no Bitch you know I'm all about my bankroll, yeah yeah Strapped up and now I let the pole blow Now niggas don't wanna go-go Pocket full of commas, yeah My stick hold a hunna, yeah That's my partner, they one hundred Fuckin' niggas baby mamas I'm ridin' around on my skateboard Nah, I'm not doing no surfboard Nigga like what is you hatin' for? Nigga, young nigga be hating boy Middle finger to your face boy Middle finger to your face boy Money steady pilin', I can smell the hate Nigga steady smilin', but I know it's fake Y'all niggas clownin', smilin' in my face Catch a nigga down bad but you know it's late It's too late ain't no savin', AK-47 blazin' Know I'm Blood so I'm brazy, yeah You were talkin' real crazy, so I spent that crazy Blue money real crazy, yeah I got crips all in my pocket don't make me spend that Know I drop it on your head, they gon' push your shit back, lil nigga Bitch, I'm from the 6, the zone, everybody know that Bitch we like 2008 bitch, we whack shit bitch nigga Pocket full of commas, yeah My stick hold a hunna, yeah That's my partner, they hundred Fuckin' niggas baby mamas I'm ridin' around on my skateboard Nah, I'm not doing no surfboard Nigga like what is you hatin' for? Nigga young nigga be hating boy Middle finger to your face boy Middle finger to your face boy

Yeah Yeah We on (coupe), yeah Damn, man, I like to send them shooters (shooters), yeah I don't need the glocks, no ruger (no ruger), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (chopstick), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (ayy, use the chopper), yeah, yeah Do it with the (do it) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper), uh I'm leanin', drinkin', no fiendin' (yeah) I'm on that junky juice, bitch, I'm dreamin' up (yeah) I'm on it, pill, I'm on it (on it) Gun on my side Hope an opp don't want it, 'cause I'm (hope an opp don't, ooh) Out of my mind, gun on my side, and I might Squeeze on an opp, put this four-fifth on his head No hesitation, nah, I ain't scared to do that I'm real, no bitch in me (uh-uh) Big four-fifth, man, I love that motherfucker (ooh) Shoot that motherfucker (ooh), dirty motherfucker (ooh) Everywhere I go, I ride with that motherfucker (ooh) And that motherfucker gon' do what it 'posed to do (ooh) It gon' kill, kill, kill, that what it 'posed to do (uh-huh) It gon' take money, that what it love to do (uh-huh) And I like to get money, I don't know 'bout you Everything I'm speakin' right now is fuckin' true True to my motherfuckin' money, and I like it blue True to that motherfuckin' green, man, can't spend on you Damn, man, I got a spendin' problem, yeah (ooh) Damn, man, I like to send them robbers, robbers (yeah) Damn, man, I like to send them shooters (shooters), yeah I don't need the glocks, no ruger (no ruger), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (chopstick), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (ayy, use the chopper), yeah, yeah Do it with the (do it) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Monkey, monkey with the nuts And you know he got some guts He's a young nigga buggin', he don't give no fucks (nah) I got all these bitches wanna pull up, suck me up (yeah) And I don't give a fuck, I ain't get her number to duck (ooh) And you know a young nigga rich than a motherfucker (yeah) Yeah, bitch know I am a fuckin' hustler (wow) Man, I came from the apartment, I had to struggle (yeah) Had to show my whole gang how to Make it double (what I do? what I do?) No trap for me, I like to rob, yeah (ooh) Late night with them sticks, my nigga, I like to mob (I do), yeah Take a nigga pack and then I turned into a trapper (ooh), yeah Turned to a trapper, trapper turned into a rapper (ooh), yeah And don't get this shit twisted, my nigga, I'm still a clapper, yeah Don't get this shit twisted, my nigga, just 'cause I'm a rapper, yeah Bitch nigga better not forget I'm a rapper that like to rob, yeah Still dressed in all black 'cause nigga, I like to rob, yeah But you know I'm paid, but I can't change my ways, yeah Listen to this stick, this is what it say Caow-caow Caow-caow-caow-caow-caow (damn, slime) Caow-caow-caow-caow-caow Caow, caow-caow-caow-caow-caow (hahaha) Damn, man, I like to send them shooters (shooters), yeah I don't need the glocks, no ruger (no ruger), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (chopstick), yeah Big on usin' them chopsticks (ayy, use the chopper), yeah, yeah Do it with the (do it) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper) Do it with the (chopper), do it with the (chopper)

Now, one of the services you provide is giving them something to talk about. Let 'em talk. It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good. They don't believe half the shit they say. People wanna talk. Yeah, it's fun to talk Hate to be the bearer of bad news But I can't move with too many rap dudes I respect dudes from my double M crew But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such Cash rule for some, got room for none Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up Wanted to quit, rap music sucks But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now I got to be the realest Aye well look now Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now Should follow no nigga Just the god inside of my mirror Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now? Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud? Blue 30 come around, there's the smile Opiated, could show up later with more elation All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper" Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin' Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single Thrill's all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django? Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though Black bitches say my shit is so graceful White bitches barely know me up in Graystone