Young Nudy – John Wayne Lyrics

Young Nudy John Wayne Lyrics (feat. Metro Boomin)

I remember times when we were in our teens
And how you took away my teenage dreams (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Every boy I dated fell beneath your spell
You stole from me
(Metro)
Yeah, big slime
B****, yeah

I came in this b**** like I’m John Wayne (Yeah), two guns on my side, I’m ready to slang somethin’ (Slang somethin’)
Reppin’ my shit, throw my shit in the sky, you know that I bang somethin’ (I bang somethin’)
I’m rollin’ up these b****es all the time, you know that I smoke somethin’ (Nah)
“Big slime, boy you on somethin'”, yeah b****, I’m back on my bullshit (My bullshit)
I don’t rock no skully, this a ski mask, b**** I’m on my shit
Quick, fast, pull it down, see how quick I drum ’em down (Drum ’em down)
First n**** move, blaow (Blaow), b**** n****, get down

Best be glad I can’t put a switch on this .44 (This .44)
Know it’s gonna jam soon as I try to let it rip (Rip)
So I put it on a .17 and add a beam on it (Beam on it)
And it got a dick on it, (Yeah) I’m finna f**k somethin’
F**kin’ up, rich n**** get a ‘lotta shit, but we trickin’ ’em too (Too)
Selling ’em that rabbit food, b**** n****, I’m a classic dude (Classic dude)
“Big Slimeball, what you doing?” Always pulling nasty moves (Nasty moves)
Duct tape surrounded ’round my guns, this that nasty tool (Nasty tool)
And I don’t wanna blast ’em but I blast ’em ’cause he had to move (Had to move)
Laughing ’bout it but ain’t shit, he just cappin’, put that b**** on the news (B**** on the news)
Damn, I’m a rich slime, it happened, I see that there’s somethin’ I moved (Somethin’ I moved)
Damn, I know I’m a greasy ass trapper, I might take somethin’ too (Take somethin’ too, damn)

First of all, don’t get it twisted, know that I’m giving these bullets out
I ain’t even worried ’bout what you ’bout
I’m in the middle of the field, ain’t worried ’bout no n****, these n****s know what I’m ’bout
Know that I’m aiming to kill, shooting to kill, like what the f**k these n****s be talkin’ about?
Way back then you give me a ten, I’m pullin’, I’m shooting everything, what you talkin’ about?
I remember these n****s was slimin’ their twins, their friends, these n****s wasn’t really ’bout it
I remember them hoes would f**k for the follow, I’m poppin’ the molly to fall out
I can never slip, that .30 on my hip, I’m ready to stretch me a n**** out
I need a new pole every time I caught one, I know them folks stressed out
I know I’m the counselor in the street ’cause of all the smoke I let out (Yeah)