Yeah!

Oh yeah

It′s N-A-S-T-Y niggaVenimous Productions, I represent

Leggo

Yeah, one verse, a thousand coffins

Yeah, look

My pops told me to focus more on my studies

And I promised I was gon' keep it real

Lyric book on my table

I′m just improving my reading skills

Tryna make a reality out of my Lamborghini Diablo dreams

And having girls come in two's and three's just like piano keys

When they try to sleep on me, I told ′em I got a couch to spare

Fame is like a city, it′s only a couple of hours from here

Fake friends be hating quiet, hope they get this loud and clear

I don't give a damn, like what God did with them apples, yeah

Pretty girls stop and stare, I let ′em catch a glimpse

Reality is a prostitute, we are just a bunch of pimps

Man this shit is basic, you just witnessed the greatness

I told Mesh, boy I'm a beast

To say the least, I′ma be famous

Man them haters pay us, tell 'em lick my damn anus, pause

I rap for you at first ′cause Daddy said don't talk to strangers, dawg

I guess he don't like Moze, cash is my favorite type of cake

Back against the haters, middle finger yeah, that′s my bouquet

Call me N-A-S-T-Y

Short nigga, lack advice

And my girl be pretty, with some crazy stupid yellow thighs

Tighten my screws, oil my engines

Feeling like I′m the only one in the game

Y'all occupying benches, VP

Got some bad groupies twerking for us

One verse, a thousand coffins

I don′t even need a chorus

We are family

Musical brothers, no not them Jonas'

Street nigga

Dinner in them corners, care to join us?

Oh yeah

Oh no I′m not done, fella

Oh no I'm not done

What was you thinking?

Thicker than, thicker than cane

With the gang, with the gang

With a gang thicker than cane

With a gang thicker than cane

With a gang thicker than cane

I love this mic

I love my knife

I stab a nigga

I stab your eyes

I made your heart

I take your light

Take you apart

I kill you tonight

I don′t waste no time

Yo, you finna go tomorrow?

I don't even ask

No motherfuckin' sorrow

I ain′t got no feelings

So I don′t love no bitch

I ain't got no zip

So I don′t love no snitch

I don't know why you ain′t stop mo'fucking recording

′Cause I finished my verse a long time ago

But you niggas bored us-

Let go (haha!)

It's N-A-S-T-Y, Czzle

Czzle

Yo I'm in the studio right here

Um, me sitting on a desk right now recording this

He prolly laughin′ at it

Stupid, I don′t need she, me

But I got Awesome in the studio with me

Yeah he's here man

Y′all know

Shout-outs to him

Shout-outs to my crew

Venimous Production man

Flowdelic Elements I see you too man

Man, I ain't turn my back on nobody

I got a whole lot of different families man

You know what I mean

Shout-outs to my niggas

Kay-Cee

Madplay, on tour

Oh they call him Brandon Leo right now

Brandon Leo?

Virus!

One verse, a thousand coffins