Nasty C - There They Go Lyrics

(Whoa) there they go
They, they (perfect)

(Whoa) There they go (ay)
Southside, there they go (ay, yee)
There they go (ay)
Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)
There they go (ay)
Gangstas, there they go (ay)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)
Broke ass niggas (whoa)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt
You ain't got no vision (ay)
I'm still spendin' (ay)
'Cause I'm that nigga (ay)
D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)

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' 16's 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
Nastycsa
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 (ay)
Southside, there they go (ay, yee)
There they go (ay)
Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)
There they go (ay), gangstas, there they go (ay)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)
Broke ass niggas (whoa)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt
You ain't got no vision (ay)
I'm still spendin' (ay), cause I'm that nigga (ay)
D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)

The hoes in the videos been ran through
You a 7, you ain't really that bad boo
You just want more champagne, damn
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 (ay)
Southside, there they go (ay, yee)
There they go (ay)
Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)
There they go (ay), gangstas, there they go (ay)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)
Broke ass niggas (whoa)
Hatin' ass bitches
How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt
You ain't got no vision (ay)
I'm still spendin' (ay), cause I'm that nigga (ay)
D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)