Blackball had two versions, the first version was never released. “Nothin'” is one of two songs on Blackball that were tracks on the first draft. This song was produced over laptop speakers outdoors and recorded in a garage.
[Chorus]
These bitches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that shit, so I cut them
Bitches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that shit, I just fuck them
[Verse]
Ayy, run it up, ayy-ayy
Run to yo' crib with the lasers
Savor this clip like a flavor
I blow on this bitch like a game on a Sega
I puff on a wood or a Garcia y Vega
Whip out a stick, see you later
Her mouth on the dick like she hittin' that vapor
No, I'm not rollin' no papers
I'm smoking that shit from the state of the Lakers (Cali)
Fuckin' with me, is you stupid man?
Pull up outside of yo' crib like the Uber-man
You got a stick, but won't shoot it
And I don't need no hollows 'cause niggas ain't Superman
How yo' lil' bro on the news?
They don't know what to do 'cause they don't have no evidence
It do not matter the distance, that's trappin'
No different I snipe what I'm shootin' at
I got that pogo, my polo
Up that it blow fumes like I'm doing my cooking dance
AR make niggas do running-man
Hop out, head huntin'
On yo' head, a hunnid grand
My stick got a drum like an instrument
I recall bullets, but do not remember him
Bitches be trippin' off Instagram
That gets you caught off real quick in an instant man
[Chorus]
These bitches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that shit, so I cut them
Bitches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that shit, I just fuck them
These bitches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that shit, so I cut them
Bitches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that shit, I just fuck them
[Outro]
Fuck