Young Roddy - Dirty Money (Hot Nigga Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

Look, nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

(Verse)

Thrill nigga, all I eva feared was the FEDs

I don't own no pussy if it don't come with the head

That OG keep em young boys in a daze

They'll shoot ya in yo head, leave yo ass fo dead

They betta stay in they lane, no-one can loud with me

And free my nigga Lil D, he cooked em pies fo me

Shout out to my bruda Buck, he a-ride fo me

And got a hood bitch who take the stand, she allowed fo me

And they finally bout to free my nigga Tobe

He been gone for some summers, shit, and I ain't even frontin'

And all he eva wanted was a pocket full of money

And a bitch who got a fat ass who down to meet his saucer

Man, the shit get ugly in the gutter

Where killas totin' them choppas

And em niggas sellin' bundles

My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' double

Chasin' after em bitches, that's a cold muthafucka

And I'm just tryna stay safe and stay humble

Why came in this nigga money they can knock a nigga hustle

I always spoke my mind, I ain't neva wore no Muslim

And even that bitch Katrina couldn't wash away my trouble

But I'm just tryna ball like the ?

Again, fuck that, I'm tryna ball like I'm Russell

A buck fifty soakin' flex ill, soakin' my muscle

Gettin' payed, my money talkin', that's word to Christ Tucker

I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher

Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it

My girl call my money, that's some plurr shit fo ya

I toss a few hunids to my dojo(?) that's my runner

Shawty a true rubble, he will shoot yo ass in public

Payed a low price to free him, gave a fuck about no karma

Ain't neva had no job, he ain't neva had no diploma

Unless ya talkin' the block, he made some money on the corner

He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy

And I ain't nothin' like them rappers who be lyin', boy

My nigga Pleg hot a plug on em Glocks, boy

You a fuck boi, then stay the fuck above my block, boi

Clockin', boi, had the traffic comin' non-stop, boi

Trappin', boi, get in my trap, get with straight fly, boi

Free my dawg Hempa, ain't seen him in a long time, boi

Damn, dawg, the street shit that made me a man, dawg

Remember getting jumped, I held my ground

Still ain't ran, dawg, damn, dawg

Gunshots ringin' another man down

Pimp shit, talk a bitch straight out of her pants round

(Plus, the niggas ain't get no pussy, nigga)

Fly shit, plane, nigga, neva on that bum shit

She ain't tryna fuck, then get the fuck up out my trunk, bitch

Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

Whole hood, we sum' hot niggas

My nigga Milly mail, we sum' hot niggas

My cuz Mack Moll, we sum' hot niggas

My brotha Snitch Gula, we sum' hot niggas

My nigga T-Stone, we sum' hot niggas

My nigga Supa Stan, we sum' hot niggas

My cuz Lil Chris, we sum' hot niggas

On that 34 shit, we sum' hot niggas

Fly shit, plane, nigga, neva on that bum shit

She ain't tryna fuck, then get the fuck up out my trunk, bitch

Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a fuck, bitch

Whole hood, we sum' hot niggas