Young Nudy – Influencer Lyrics

Influencer by Young Nudy

BL$$D
First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up
And tell everybody that said f— you
F— ’em back, haha
B—-

Yeah, how did you do it?
How did I do it? B—-, this how I do it
I came from the bottom, b—-, I had to do it
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
I came from the bottom, b—-, I had to do it
I came from the bottom, man, I had to do it

Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom and I had to do it
We shootin’ and robbin’, only thing we doin’
She bouncin’ and s—–’, only thing she doin’
She say she want money, somethin’ I ain’t doin’
Sippin’ these drugs and smokin’ baby-baby
I f— you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your p—-, no baby
You f— with me, baby? Hold the Glock .380
The bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, it’s straight from the [?]
I be sippin’ drank, I’m smokin’ the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav ’cause I got the flavor
Flockin’ n—-, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, give me them stunna frames, give me them stunna frames
Give me the glizzy
Hol’ up, hol’ up, keep the glizzy
Give that to the shooter
Give me the bankroll
Give him a piece of the bankroll
So when somebody act wrong, you keep that

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Inside the evil-evil
I’m smokin’ on the devil, yeah
Play with me, get the shovel, yeah
B—- hit the heavy metal
I got more money than these n—–
And these n—– ain’t gettin’ money with their [?]
I keep the b—-, I’ma whip it, then she walk
You know I’m a boss and b—-, you like the star
The quarterback move the pack, I’m Michael Vick
They tryna catch me and my dawgs on a lick
They wanna see n—– locked up in a cage
We blessin’ the opps, shoot the snitch if they say
We buzz in the hood, we don’t f— with no trays
We hop out the wood, we don’t got nothin’ to say
We blow your back with the shotty like Mickey
We keep it rock solid like Shotti, no snitchin’

Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom and I had to do it
We shootin’ and robbin’, only thing we doin’
She bouncin’ and s—–’, only thing she doin’
She say she want money, somethin’ I ain’t doin’
Sippin’ these drugs and smokin’ baby-baby
I f— you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your p—-, no baby
You f— with me, baby? Hold the Glock .380
The bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, it’s straight from the [?]
I be sippin’ drank, I’m smokin’ the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav ’cause I got the flavor
Flockin’ n—-, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

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Free my n—-, yo, they tryna get him twenty
Tryna cut the time to make him go against me
F— with that boy, shawty really saw the realest
Couple n—– out here turnin’ to some b——
Couple n—– fold and turn into some snitches
But it’s like that them n—- build for it
Jump in the water, n—-, head for it
Can’t be sloppy with this stick, no dive board
Start to cut throat in the middle of court
We PDE 4L, b—- n—-, of course
These n—– switchin’ like they never had a choice
Hear it in your voice, you’s a b—- boy
This gangsta s—, a lotta n—– ain’t built for it
Lotta n—– ain’t built for it, [?]
Hit you with campin’ [?]
Ain’t no reppin’ my n—-, we steppin’ now (Yeah, yeah)
I’m not no other rapper, send your way, then them shooter gon’ gun you down
Been around town, b—-, I run the town
Yeah the Bermuda my stomping ground, yeah
Where the b—- n—– don’t come around, yeah
We been home and I guess that he’s a clown, yeah
I got the AK-47, got the smile, make a p—- n—- frown
Give me that p—-, clown

Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom and I had to do it
We shootin’ and robbin’, only thing we doin’
She bouncin’ and s—–’, only thing she doin’
She say she want money, somethin’ I ain’t doin’
Sippin’ these drugs and smokin’ baby-baby
I f— you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your p—-, no baby
You f— with me, baby? Hold the Glock .380
The bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, it’s straight from the [?]
I be sippin’ drank, I’m smokin’ the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav ’cause I got the flavor
Flockin’ n—-, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

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Stunt on you f— n—–, uh
Y’all f— n—- on, uh
I got more money than you, hahaha
The f—, n—-
Yeah