Yeah!
Oh yeah
It′s N-A-S-T-Y niggaVenimous Productions, I represent
Leggo
Yeah, one verse, a thousand coffins
Yeah, look
My pops told me to focus more on my studies
And I promised I was gon' keep it real
Lyric book on my table
I′m just improving my reading skills
Tryna make a reality out of my Lamborghini Diablo dreams
And having girls come in two's and three's just like piano keys
When they try to sleep on me, I told ′em I got a couch to spare
Fame is like a city, it′s only a couple of hours from here
Fake friends be hating quiet, hope they get this loud and clear
I don't give a damn, like what God did with them apples, yeah
Pretty girls stop and stare, I let ′em catch a glimpse
Reality is a prostitute, we are just a bunch of pimps
Man this shit is basic, you just witnessed the greatness
I told Mesh, boy I'm a beast
To say the least, I′ma be famous
Man them haters pay us, tell 'em lick my damn anus, pause
I rap for you at first ′cause Daddy said don't talk to strangers, dawg
I guess he don't like Moze, cash is my favorite type of cake
Back against the haters, middle finger yeah, that′s my bouquet
Call me N-A-S-T-Y
Short nigga, lack advice
And my girl be pretty, with some crazy stupid yellow thighs
Tighten my screws, oil my engines
Feeling like I′m the only one in the game
Y'all occupying benches, VP
Got some bad groupies twerking for us
One verse, a thousand coffins
I don′t even need a chorus
We are family
Musical brothers, no not them Jonas'
Street nigga
Dinner in them corners, care to join us?
Oh yeah
Oh no I′m not done, fella
Oh no I'm not done
What was you thinking?
Thicker than, thicker than cane
With the gang, with the gang
With a gang thicker than cane
With a gang thicker than cane
With a gang thicker than cane
I love this mic
I love my knife
I stab a nigga
I stab your eyes
I made your heart
I take your light
Take you apart
I kill you tonight
I don′t waste no time
Yo, you finna go tomorrow?
I don't even ask
No motherfuckin' sorrow
I ain′t got no feelings
So I don′t love no bitch
I ain't got no zip
So I don′t love no snitch
I don't know why you ain′t stop mo'fucking recording
′Cause I finished my verse a long time ago
But you niggas bored us-
Let go (haha!)
It's N-A-S-T-Y, Czzle
Czzle
Yo I'm in the studio right here
Um, me sitting on a desk right now recording this
He prolly laughin′ at it
Stupid, I don′t need she, me
But I got Awesome in the studio with me
Yeah he's here man
Y′all know
Shout-outs to him
Shout-outs to my crew
Venimous Production man
Flowdelic Elements I see you too man
Man, I ain't turn my back on nobody
I got a whole lot of different families man
You know what I mean
Shout-outs to my niggas
Kay-Cee
Madplay, on tour
Oh they call him Brandon Leo right now
Brandon Leo?
Virus!
One verse, a thousand coffins
