Nasty C – There They Go Lyrics

There They Go Lyrics By Nasty C

There they go (Yeah)
Southside
There they go (Yeah)
There they go
Bands, there they go
There they go
Gansters
There they go
Why your neck green?

Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
Broke a$$ niqqas, hating a$$ b!tches
How you hate in tuc tuc..You a cut cut
You ain’t got no vision
I’m still spending
Cause I’m that niqqa
D’angelo, Balenci (Oh)

Me and my gang, came for the whole damn cake
Niqqa give me your slices
I hate where you came from you snit-h
It be a whole city of mice (Hallelujah)
I thank God for all the blessing and the real niqqas in life
(My Niqqa)
A hater will go set twitter on fire whenever real niqqa is right
Things that I don’t need in my life.
Man that too pink to be sprite
Trap sh!t I drink lean every night
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 night, I was spitting sixteens by the light
You was praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here count money, and we never counted out

Told Pops if he need a couple Racks to shout..(Yeah)
I’m cleaning em out, no doubt,
King size bed for my couch
@ Nasty C Sa b!tches, they’re gon tag for the clout
I’m a fine a$$ niqqa from the south
Diamonds, whole lot carats in the mouth (Oh man!)

There they go (Yeah)
Southside
There they go (Yeah)
There they go
Bands, there they go
There they go
Gansters
There they go
Why your neck green?

Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
Broke a$$ niqqas, hating a$$ b!tches
How you hate in tuc tuc..You a cut cut
You ain’t got no vision
I’m still spending
Cause I’m that niqqa
D’angelo, Balenci (Oh)

The hoes in the video been ran through
You a seven
You ain’t really bad bad boo
B!tches want more champagne
You should get more shampoo
I done got so much status, I’m fvcking my karma and send her
at you
You ain’t gotta know what that mean
Just gotta know it came from a badest dude
I’m a animal
With a badest toe

And a badest hoe
And the cash stack grow
My 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 will never know the tracks I wrote
Me Verses Me, that’s Ghost and G.O.A.T
I signed deals but I own my soul, niqqa
I might fvck around selling new mixtapes door by door
Difference betwwen 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 fvcked up Noah’s Boat
You shouldn’t really call my money my money
Call it Mrs N-G-C-O-B-O

Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
Broke a$$ niqqas, hating a$$ b!tches
How you hate in tuc tuc..You a cut cut
You ain’t got no vision
I’m still spending
Cause I’m that niqqa
D’angelo, Balenci (Oh)