Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to Gucci Mane’s “Nasty” song featuring 21 Savage & Young Nudy. The song was produced by COUPE.
Gucci Mane Nasty
Every year, you can count on Gucci Mane to come through with at least a couple of projects and on Friday, that’s exactly what he did as he dropped the feature-heavy mixtape So Icy Summer. There are quite a few tracks to immerse yourself in, including “Nasty” which features the likes of Young Nudy and 21 Savage.
All three MCs are placed over a lowkey, yet brooding trap beat, all while delivering bars about street life and bossing up. Overall, it’s exactly what you would expect from these three artists, and it all comes together for a more than satisfying collaborative track.
Gucci Mane – Nasty (ft. 21 Savage & Young Nudy) (prod. COUPE)
Lyrics
[Intro: Young Nudy & Gucci Mane]
Do something to make me feel good (1017)
Only thing make me feel good is a body (Yeah)
I like money (Me too)
But I’m havin’ materialistic thoughts (Huh)
(Damn, COUPE)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
All my life, I’m chasin’ money, and so I’m havin’ my way (Havin’ my way)
All my life, I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (Come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (Came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (Check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (Check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (Say they gon’ blast)
Man, this shit will get nasty (Shit will get nasty)
[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Yeah, sticks get to clappin’, they don’t want no smoke (Ooh)
Niggas always callin’ po-po when I kill they folk (When I kill they folk)
And you know they gotta free one of my dawgs on that death row (On that death row)
On they death row (Oh no), yeah
Y’all niggas really don’t know what we done been through
The shit that we done done just to get here, man, you wouldn’t knew (Man, you wouldn’t knew)
Uh-uh, gotta keep it low-key in these streets, always packin’ heat (Yeah)
And I know these niggas work with 12, they the police (Workers)
Man, you know that shit get under my skin, hate the police (Hate ’em)
Guess we wasn’t raised the same way, he don’t know me (He don’t know me)
If you think you tryin’ the Big Slime, got to show me (Got to show me)
Hoin’ them, it ain’t no ho in me if they didn’t know me
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
All my life, I’m chasin’ money, and so I’m havin’ my way (Havin’ my way)
All my life, I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (Come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (Came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (Check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (Check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (Say they gon’ blast)
Man, this shit will get nasty (Shit will get nasty)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’ve been robbin’ niggas, takin’ shit since back in the day (Facts)
All my life, I been a criminal, and crime does pay (Facts)
When them Hellcats pull up, don’t get hit with a stray
‘Cause that shit can get nasty, shot in the face (Grrah)
Couple niggas wanna try me, but they don’t wanna die (No)
‘Cause I dropped money on you like you rained out the sky
You know I gotta get the last lick, it’s eye for an eye
They gon’ wrap you in plastic
Watch them niggas reminiscin’, tell ’em, “Get off my dick” (Ho)
Since you remember so much, don’t forget you a bitch (Bitch)
I was on my dick, nobody wanted to throw Gucci shit (It’s Gucci)
I was young, broke, and ashy (Wop)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
All my life, I’m chasin’ money, and so I’m havin’ my way (Havin’ my way)
All my life, I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (Come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (Came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (Check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (Check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (Say they gon’ blast)
Man, this shit will get nasty (Shit will get nasty)
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Drum on the sticky (21), ‘xtendo on the blicky (21)
I don’t talk on phones ’cause I know these niggas Mickies (Pussy)
All these rappers bitchy, Big 4L, we run the city (Big facts)
Savage rockin’ them VVS, all these diamonds got me nippy (21)
He finally got some money, think he tough, now he in a bag
Swear I need some new opps ’cause my old opps keep on throwin’ flags
Pull up in your hood, blow it down, jump in the car and smash
Credit good with all the killers, I put bodies on my tab
Got-got your hood in my blunt (21), M in the trunk (Pussy)
Richard on my wrist (Pussy) when they playin’ tunk (Pussy)
I don’t fake pump (Pussy), bust him like a bump
We at the bottom of the hill with them choppers in the front (21)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
All my life, I’m chasin’ money, and so I’m havin’ my way (Havin’ my way)
All my life, I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (Come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (Came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (Check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (Check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast you (Said they gon’ blast)
Man, this shit will get nasty (Shit will get nasty)
