NASTY ft. Williss Lyrics

Baggg, you know what the fuck is going on

Fucking on yo mama and yo sister in this bitch, yuh

Nasty like Rico, need me a freak hoe

They staring thru the peephole (Tryna study my style)

Niggas catching RICOs, claiming that's street though

When it's really weak though, nigga pipe down

You like Tory Lanez, you ain't beating that case

If a nigga talking slick, Ima hit em in the face

The more that a nigga hate, the more money Ima make

So at the end of the day, just know the kid gon be straight

Y'all niggas are dumb, admitting crimes on a track

In the court of law, they gon play that shit back

Nigga if I was the judge, wouldn't cut you no slack

Ima call y'all Whitney Houston, cause it must be crack

Feeling like Drake the way I'm coming back to back

And with the goats feel like I can go tit for tat

Looking like a milli, Ima need a Richard stat

And I go both ways, did I mention that?

On the beat, I'm eating all these niggas like Dahmer

All my past opps, on the streets, that's karma

I'm on they ass like a motherfucking romper

Looking for another beat that I can conquer

Conquer, conquer, conquer that

Gimme, gimme, gimme that

Hit from the, hit from the, hit from the back

Pulling on her, pulling on her, pulling on her tracks

Like bitch, you know where Baggg be

In the streets, that's where you can catch me

She told me pull up, I'm like send me the addy

Ima stay focused like a nigga off an Addy

Like wait, lemme slow it down

Wait, wait, nigga you a clown

Cake, cake, get it by the pound

Shh, shh, do not make a sound

Nasty like Rico, need me a freak hoe

They staring thru the peephole (Tryna study my style)

Niggas catching RICOs, claiming that's street though

When it's really weak though, nigga pipe down

You like Tory Lanez, you ain't beating that case

If a nigga talking slick, Ima hit em in the face

The more that a nigga hate, the more money Ima make

So at the end of the day, just know the kid gon be straight

Bring that lil' bitch to the back of the stage

We ain't keeping six feet, no mask on the face

I ain't talking loose leaf, with paper I chase

Yeah that shit on the way, gotta tool in the case

Like bang bang,

No chitty ass shit, we chatting bout the times we counted our wins

Now it coming tenfold ain't no tracking my kin

Skin getting more thick L's getting more thin

You said you the hardest well I beg to differ

Yo bitch says good morning then she stays for dinner

I kick her out when she starts to get bitter

I said hit your ex-man and she called Caitlin Jenner

I ain't even worried about a damn hoe, I always keep extra just like my ammo

And they all tell me shit that nobody can know

So I lead with my good ear like Vincent Van Gough

I tried to tell you nobody can stop me, like Apollo Creed when he tried to beat Rocky

I been making paper y'all just tryna copy, ain't tryna be cocky this shits like a hobby

Been tryna tell y'all that I'll run the game, that shit has been coming so what y'all expect?

So make sure that next time you write out my check, you use autocorrect when you spell out my name

Nasty like Rico, need me a freak hoe

They staring thru the peephole (Tryna study my style)

Niggas catching RICOs, claiming that's street though

When it's really weak though, nigga pipe down

You like Tory Lanez, you ain't beating that case

If a nigga talking slick, Ima hit em in the face

The more that a nigga hate, the more money Ima make

So at the end of the day, just know the kid gon be straight