Lyrics Nasdaq - YFL KELVIN, Moneybagg Yo

Nasdaq

If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it
I know they see me ballin, rappin, taking all these bitches tryna call me
Remember when they never saw me
Now I’m gettin bread like Arby’s
Back at work and hit them twos and fews it ain’t satisfaction
Wit this rap shit
Shit get tragic nigga fuck this rappin
I’m in my bag
I took a loss and had to get back
Came from the trenches flyin first class
She tryna fuck a nigga wit the cash
Ain’t got shit to add, lil shawty she bad
Real nigga chemistry, I’m boutta shit on my enemies, ain’t got no fear in me
I know they envy me
I spilled the drip now it’s slippery
I know some niggas that hate on the movement
They don’t be nothing just to stop a nigga
Cause they know I’m really boutta pop a nigga
I ain’t stoppin nigga til they drop a nigga
Niggas ain’t know how we comin
Phone was ringing the trap goin bonkers
Came a long way now the paper stay comin
We doin numbers
If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it
Aw shit, aw shit, we sellin raw shit
Got 50s on guns and we puttin a body on em
We on some law shit
These niggas some bitches I figured that out quick, in the streets I’m the topic
A nigga was down but I got out that drought quick
Fill a opp up wit hot shit
You used to be cool you used to aight
Now you a pussy though
I slid through your hood and I let off some shots
I don’t think you was lookin though
Couple bands in my pants they get spent on a sack
I rollin up woods and pouring up act
Niggas get boxed so I’m totin my strap
Lil nigga relax for this Glock get you wacked Niggas get money to cover they
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I’m real nigga livin I’m countin my spendings
Came from the trenches, made lanes for the trenches
Don’t test me cause I’ll blow your brains in the trenches
Dope in my pocket that lil hoe keep lookin at me
I ran up a check now a young nigga really have it
I rap but I’m really trappin
If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it