Ask Bout Me lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
Uh-huh, straight up, straight up
Yeah, yeah
I'm on that feet, ho, I'm movin'
Yeah, yeah
Strong, strong, uh-huh (COUPE)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
You motherf*ckas betta ask bout me (Uh huh)
When I step I step so hard
When I move I move smart (Yeah)
If I fraud then I trick that b*tch
Go hard when I'm in that sh*t (Huh)
I'm slime when I take that sh*t
No lying when I spint that sh*t (Get in there)
I'm that n*gga havin more money than all them n*ggas
Talkin' bout me but they ain't doin sh*t
I'm havin' this sh*t (Yah)
b*tch I'm really blowin this sh*t, daily (Mmm)
Ceiling fan they don't understand b*tch I got them bands (Uh huh)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Everything I smoke you know it's top shelf (Top shelf)
Everything I move I move like a player (Like a player)
Get money nawl I'm rich for real (Okay)
Get money top shotta b*tch I'm rich as hell (Rich as hell)
Hell yeah checks in the mail (In the mail)
Know I got that pack and I'm movin' mail (Movin' mail)
Know I got this sh*t going 'cross the state ('Cross the state)
You know what it takes, moving weight
Yeah, you want that extra money you a eat his face off (Eat his face off)
n*gga talkin' money put me on I get that K dawg (Kah Kah Kah Kah)
Kick that door I'm on that bullsh*t, I stay on it (Woah)
If it bout that money then im on it and they can not clone me (Yeah)
Pull it then I reel it, realer than them n*ggas, all them pus*y n*ggas actin' like they can not f*ck with me n*gga (Huh)
Oh you n*gga hatin' I didn't see it but I see it now
Know I pull that stick out get to clappin' what they talkin' 'bout (Pa Pa Pa Pa Paow)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
You motherf*ckas betta ask bout me (Uh huh)
When I step I step so hard
When I move I move smart (Yeah)
If I fraud then I trick that b*tch
Go hard when I'm in that sh*t (Huh)
I'm slime when I take that sh*t
No lying when I spint that sh*t (Get in there)
I'm that n*gga havin more money than all them n*ggas
Talkin' bout me but they ain't doin sh*t
I'm havin' this sh*t (Yah)
b*tch I'm really blowin this sh*t, daily (Mhhmm)
Ceiling fan they don't understand b*tch I got them bands (Uh huh)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy & Real Recognize Rio]
[Young Nudy]
And these hoes they so fine when I hit that b*tch (Yeah)
Hit her one more time then I slide I ain't stayin in that b*tch (I'm in there)
I'm always f*cking glidin' when I'm on this sh*t (Outta there)
Always on them drugs
Always movin' groovin'
I be on them juuggas
I be on them strippers
Hoes want me di*k all in the middle til' I whip it out

[Real Recognize Rio]
Aye, sure that Triple keep a pistol (Aye)
pus*y boy don't think it's sweet just cause I rap over these instrumentals (Instrumentals)
Hit yo b*tch by mistake, it was accidental (Aye, ain't even try to)
We kept doin' a hunna in this b*tch I damn near wrecked the rental (Skrrrrt, damn)
n*ggas gangsta rappin' but they hoes, really sentimental (Hoes)
I heard he plannin' 50 gotta kill 'em get 'em out the middle (Get em outta there)
Thousand round clip man I can shoot from wednesday, til' this wednesday (Ya, damn)
4 for 4 yo hoe I hit yo b*tch then take her straight to Wendy's (On God)
These n*ggas ain't gettin' no money they so broke can't even pay a ten (On God)
f*ck n*gga don't want no smoke I hit yo door don't make me pay a visit (Ayee)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
You motherf*ckas betta ask bout me (Uh huh)
When I step I step so hard
When I move I move smart (Yeah)
If I fraud then I trick that b*tch
Go hard when I'm in that sh*t (Huh)
I'm slime when I take that sh*t
No lying when I spint that sh*t (Get in there)
I'm that n*gga havin more money than all them n*ggas
Talkin' bout me but they ain't doin sh*t
I'm havin' this sh*t (Yah)
b*tch I'm really blowin this sh*t, daily (Mhhmm)
Ceiling fan they don't understand b*tch I got them bands

[Outro]
Yeah, huh, uh huh
Kill em
Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up
In the air when I gas this sh*t
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