Nothin'

歌詞

I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold pieces for my reli, chasin' peso Now they want me with nothin' 'cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go On you hatin' ass niggaz I deserve everythin' I get, a creatin' cash getter I ain't puttin the 2 on the 10, I'm makin' vast figures You fags bitter, mad wanna be fakin' class with us How they thinkin' they gonna come and conquer us? Little Mini Cooper hatin' on a monster truck Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder stuck Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a Nothin', nathin', the ruger's penetration Inside of ya head, it was soundin' like it's bassin' Boom, bing, bang all you haters in the game Strange lane, takin' aim, ain't a damn thang sane I get it in, want some drama? Well, I can fit it in We can make it so you're no longer a citizen Suction from beneath you, we just a little dust'n All because I'm bringin' the bucks in They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', uh huh They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', bustin', uh huh On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops I used to cop and used to chop and dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the late night at Ms. White's, I'm fuckin' with Will We used to play fight, then one night, we came up with Vill Young thugs dump drugs, nigga hungry for meals Young thugs jumped blood, nigga itchin' for kills Shit was real in the field, man, this shit was too real Lost my homies to this shit, man, this shit is for real But nigga, nowadays the streets, they go hard on a hustla All these pussy niggaz rattin' so us real niggaz suffer Not plentiful for me no more, it's hoes in the game Since I smell when paper foldin', man, I rollin' with strange Pour some whiskey, party with me, tell the Feds if they miss me They ain't comin' for me now, then nigga, bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin' sucka niggaz wishin' me gone Big homie, Strange Music, Resurrection, I'm home They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', uh huh They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', bustin', uh huh All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks Talk with bananas and talk clips Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em All that talkin' what, will get a nigga a hit You see them cherry red Chucks? Yeah, I'm with the shit Anyway I bounce out, man, I hit 'em up And I'll lock up with you, we could get 'em up I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom They call me 19 5 'cause a nigga got 'em Click clack, nigga yanka get yanked on There's been alotta hatin', nigga since I came home Anything a nigga do, homie, it's Federal And come with football numbers in the level 4 They wanna be a nigga dead, man, but nathin' Tech fucked them muthafuckaz, they could keep hatin' They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', uh huh They wanna leave me with nothin', huh uh But they ain't talkin' about nothin', huh uh So I ain't trippin' on nothin', huh uh They come to get me, I'm bustin', bustin', uh huh