Battlefield
Battlefield

Young Nudy ft. 21 Lil Harold - Battlefield Lyrics

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Battlefield Lyrics

(20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock)
Shit, ooh
Goddamn
That motherfucker just hit
Good God almighty, uh
Ooh (damn, son), you got a blunt
Then go roll that motherfucker up with me, man (damn, Slime)
Let's rock out

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow)
Hang a nigga up by the mountain (mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (nah)
This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mm-hmm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah)
Bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold
Damn, his ass got curtains closed
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn (rounds), we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know (uh-uh)

We gassed up, we cashed up, we turnt up
You fucked up (ooh), you niggas stuck on PP Loans
I been spent your loan (your loan, goddamn)
Damn, homie done been steppin' on shit
Got plenty shit to rap 'bout (rap 'bout)
And you know I'm always steppin' shit
Got too much in my Styrofoam (yeah)
Phone always ringin' home (yeah)
Blaze all day, night and long (yeah)
Pull up, you can't come shop (yeah)
Know the trap don't stop (yeah)
Know my door stay swangin' (yeah)
Know you come in my trap (uh)
Know this bitch really stankin' (yeah)
Know this bitch really loaded
Nothin' but young niggas guns
Your big dawg in the kitchen
We count shit, no ones (ones)
And they number them bags (bags)
We been trappin' that swag (swag)
We'll sell a nigga gas (gas)
We can whip up glass (glass, nigga)
We can get you some whip (whip)
Then come spend you some chips (spend some chips)
You can make shit flip (yeah)
Double your money right here (right, damn)
Right price, right here (right here)
Real life, right here (right here)
Better get money when you outchea (outchea)
Gotta keep a gun when you with them

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow)
Hang a nigga up by the mountain (mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (nah)
This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mm-hmm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah)
Bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold
Damn, his ass got curtains closed
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn (rounds), we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know (uh-uh)

Okay, start the beat, reverse the car
Bag it up, shoot him in his head, .45 tapped him up (uh)
Bitches wanna talk, but I be masked up
When them ducks layin' on the ground, they be mad as fuck (pussy)
I'll go and jack some (21), strip some, flip some (21)
H Dawg, nigga he'll rip some (21), twisted (21)
We some rich shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun tote, nigga, keep a .45 on my waist
Why he run for? He seen them red beams up on his face (pussy)
Me and cuzzo, when it come to opps we don't wan' play

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (uh-uh)
Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah)
Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow)
Hang a nigga up by the mountain (mountain)
Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom)
This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (nah)
This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah)
It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mm-hmm)
It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah)
Bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold
Damn, his ass got curtains closed
Damn, they walked down two of those
Damn (rounds), we popped like five of those
We don't take no L's, they know (uh-uh)

Yeah
Like that
Haha, like that, man
Yeah, like that

Writer(s): Delvin Northcut, Harold Glenn, Quantavious T. Thomas
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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