Young Nudy – Influencer lyrics

[Intro]
Bl$$D
First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up
And tell everybody that said fuck you
Fuck 'em back, haha
Bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, how did you do it?
How did I do it? Bitch, this how I do it
I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it
I came from the bottom, man, I had to do it

[Chorus]
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 suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin' baby-baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck 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' nigga, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

[Interlude]
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

[Verse 1]
Inside the evil-evil
I'm smokin' on the devil, yeah
Play with me, get the shovel, yeah
Bitch hit the heavy metal
I got more money than these niggas
And these niggas ain't gettin' money with their [?]
I keep the bitch, I'ma whip it, then she walk
You know I'm a boss and bitch, 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 niggas locked up in a cage
We blessin' the opps, shoot the snitch if they say
We boyz in the hood, we don't fuck with no trays
We hop out the wood, we don't got nothin' to say
We blow your back with the shotty like ricky
We keep it rock solid like Shotti, no snitchin'

[Chorus]
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 suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin' baby-baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck 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' nigga, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

[Verse 2]
Free my nigga, yo, they tryna get him twenty
Tryna cut the time to make him go against me
Fuck with that boy, shawty really saw the realest
Couple niggas out here turnin' to some bitches
Couple niggas fold and turn into some snitches
But it's like that them nigga build for it
Jump in the water, nigga, 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, bitch nigga, of course
These niggas switchin' like they never had a choice
Hear it in your voice, you's a bitch boy
This gangsta shit, a lotta niggas ain't built for it
Lotta niggas ain't built for it, [?]
Hit you with campin' [?]
Ain't no reppin' my nigga, we steppin' now (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not no other rapper, send your way, then them shooter gon' gun you down
Been around town, bitch, I run the town
Yeah the Bermuda my stomping ground, yeah
Where the bitch niggas 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 pussy nigga frown
Give me that pussy, clown

[Chorus]
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 suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin' baby-baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck 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' nigga, I left [?] by the paper
Stunna frames on, I cannot see no hater

[Outro]
Stunt on you fuck niggas, uh
Y'all fuck nigga on, uh
I got more money than you, hahaha
The fuck, nigga
Yeah