Lyrics There They Go - Nasty C

There They Go

Ooh, woah
There they go, There
There (@Nasty_CSA follow-, perfect!), woah
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass niggas (Woah)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk?
You a cunt, cunt
You ain’t got no vision (Ayy)
I’m still spendin' (Ayy), cause I’m that nigga (Ayy)
D’Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)
Me and my gang came for the whole damn cake
Nigga, gimme your slice
I hate where you came from
You snitch, it be a whole city of mice (Hallelujah)
I thank God for all the blessings and the real niggas in life (My niggas)
A hater will go set Twitter on fire whenever real niggas is right (Yey wena)
Things that I don’t need in my life (Yey wena)
Man that’s too pink to be Sprite (Yey wena)
Trap shit, I drink lean every night (Yey wena)
I be listening to Weezy
And he the reason I smoke trees and I bleed on the mic
See me now when I was sixteen, I was right every night
I was spittin' sixteens by the light
You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here countin' money and we ain’t never counted out
Told Pops if he need a couple racks, just shout (Yeah)
I’m cleaning 'em out, no doubt (Yeah)
King-size bed for my couch
@Nasty_CSA, yee, bitches they gon tag for the clout (Yeah)
I’m a fine ass nigga from the south
Diamonds, whole lotta carats in the mouth, oh man
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass niggas (Woah)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk?
You a cunt, cunt
You ain’t got no vision (Ayy)
I’m still spendin' (Ayy), cause I’m that nigga (Ayy)
D’Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)
The hoes in the videos been ran through
You a seven, you ain’t really that bad, boo
Bitches want more champagne, you should get more shampoo
I done got so much status I’m fucking my karma then send her at you
You ain’t gotta know what that means, just gotta know it came from a badass dude
I’m an animal with a badass toe
And a badass hoe and the cash stack grow
Me and my dawg go back I know but he spilled my lean
I’m mad at bro
You gas me, let it be the gas I smoke
Radio would never know the tracks I wrote
Me versus me, that’s ghost and G.O.A.T
I sign deals but I own my soul
I might fuck around selling new mixtapes door by door
Difference between me and all my foes, when the racks tell me to go, I go
Made a lot of money cause I know what I know
This flow fucked up Noah’s boat
You really shouldn’t call my money my money, call it Mrs. N-G-C-O-B-O
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass niggas (Woah)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk?
You a cunt, cunt
You ain’t got no vision (Ayy)
I’m still spendin' (Ayy), cause I’m that nigga (Ayy)
D’Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)