Nerve - Babystaydown: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Nerve

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Hip-Hop

Nerve fue lanzado el 1 de abril de 2026 por Cegular Records como parte del álbum Nerve - Single

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Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Ceg3all trippin' on this one)

Bitch

You know

Gang, ****

Mm-hm

Yeah, yeah

She know a **** walked in packin' two pistols

Grab a **** ass by his soul and try to lift him

Pin him to the curb, yungin' did a drill and dimmed him

Oh, you got some nerve, boy, don't make me fuckin' send him

'Fore you jump out on these streets, told my **** watch out for them chimps

Me and my **** without speakin' his mind and I feel him

Know a **** doin' time for a crime, he had killed a boy

Grew up 'round that trap, my pop's a ex drug dealer

Talkin' to the mic, bitch, I just flow like a river

I can switch my flow and sang to a hoe like Bryson Tiller

Check my credentials, I'm real street ****

They stepped on yo' ****, you ain't even go drill 'em

These **** soft as a motherfuckin' pillow

Talkin' out yo' mouth, ****,I'ma make you shut up

She want me to cuff her but that mean I gotta love her

Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she hot like lava

Know this shit get hot, bitch, free Lil' Hot, fuck the crime stoppers

Hollywood, pull up Orlando out and fuck a model

Ain't no time to play, I pull my dick out 'til it's swallowed

I be thinkin' 'bout some shit, they be like, "What the fuck you thought of?"

I just sit back and absorb all the lil' shit that don't get brought up

I was tryna turn my style up, fuck that shit I came from nada

Swing that stick like a bat, I'ma buss this shit like a piñata

More money, so more problems, give a damn, need every dollar

She know a **** walked in packin' two pistols

Grab a **** ass by his soul and try to lift him

Pin him to the curb, yungin' did a drill and dimmed him

Oh, you got some nerve, boy, don't make me fuckin' send him

'Fore you jump out on these streets, told my **** watch out for them chimps

Me and my **** without speakin' his mind and I feel him

Know a **** doin' time for a crime, he had killed a boy

Grew up 'round that trap, my pop's a ex drug dealer

Written by: Babystaydown

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