ฟังเพลงNothin' (Explicit)

I used to press my d**kies with stay flo

Sold pieces for my reli

Chasing peso

Now they want me with nothing cause I let my pay show

So I hop inside of my mercedes and let the bass go

On you hating a*s n***as

I deserve everything I get

A creating cash getter

I ain't putting the 2 on the 10

I'm making vast figures

You fags bitter

Mad

Wanna be faking class with us

How they thinking they gonna come and conquer us

Little mini cooper hating on a monster truck

Ponder such

I'll have you up in yonder

Stuck

Not a nare nutta brother stutter that conjure a

Nothing

Nothing

The ruger's penetration

Inside of ya head is what's sounding like it's bassing

Boom

Bing

Bang

All you haters in the game

Strange lane taking aim

Ain't a d**n thing 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 bringing the bucks in

They wanna leave me with nothing

Huh uh

But they ain't talking about nothing

Huh uh

So I ain't tripping on nothing

Huh uh

They come to get me

I'm busting

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 f**king with will

We used to play fight

Then one night

We came up with vill

Young thugs dump d**gs

N***a hungry for meals

Young thugs jumped blood

N***a itching for kills

S**t was real in the field

Man

This s**t was too real

Lost my homies to this s**t

Man

This s**t is for real

But n***a

Nowadays the streets

They go hard on the hustler

All these p***y n***as lacking

So us real n***az suffer

Not plentiful for me no more

It's h*es in the game

Since I smell when paper folding

Man

I rolling with strange

Pour some whiskey

Party with me

Tell the feds if they miss me

They ain't coming for me now

Then n***a

Bet they don't get me

So all you motherf**king sucker n***as wishing me gone

Big homie

Strange music

Resurrection

I'm home

All I do is sell d**e and n***a 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 talking loud will get a n***a a hit

You see them cherry red chucks

Yeah

I'm with the s**t

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 n***a got 'em

Click clack

N***a

Yanka get yanked on

There's been a lot of hating

N***a

Since I came home

Anything a n***a do

Homie

It's federal and come with football numbers in the level 4

They wanna bee a n***a dead

Man

But nothing

Tech f**k them motherf**kers

They could keep hating