Yung 20 - Nauseous (feat. Stackaband)

I just woke up, nauseated, bias, stop the drank
In the stu', me and Chris, man, you know we tryna get paid
Off the moon rock, man, shout out my nigga Trey
Bro don't know, but soon taking trip to the bay
Stop playing tough if you ain't got no gun
Just stay about the way that nigga done
Thought he was getting buns, hell no, I set the play
Tired to let y'all niggas think I rapped the pull up
Where you stay? I got the heat
All summer 23, might take a nigga face
Long live bro and I forever, throw the five, can't even fake it
And bro, a bitch, she got a gun, was told to up and got to shake it
But best believe if I was in your shoes, would bust no hesitation
Bro just roll the wood, I'll tow the pass at bitch cause he be facing
Yeah, yeah, alright
All this wok, sipping got a nigga, nauseous
Push the back, yeah, the toxins is fucked
Do that shit, yeah my niggas is rough
Then I do that shit, free Uncle Russ, yeah
Do that shit, yeah my nigga gon' puff, yeah puff puff pass
Then I take a first class, then she wanna do that shit, my nigga gon'
And I don't know what I'm saying, I'm just talking
Everybody wanna do that shit, yeah my gun popping
Fuck that bitch, yeah fuck up on that shit, yeah
Rub up on my friend, then I rub up on the clit, yeah
Fuck that, I say hit the dash, yeah punch the nigga, yeah
Yeah the nigga gon' fast, yeah
What the fuck is all this shit
Yung 20 been on , about this, about this bitch, yeah
Yeah, and I don't give a fuck, I run it up
And then you know my niggas really fuck it up
Fuck that nigga, yeah free my nigga, yeah
Free my nigga, Landen up and out the cell
Remember what that nigga used to say, oh well, yeah

Written by:
Thomas Minnie

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