On Nothing

[Intro]
In this bitch high as fuck
Lost my marbles in this bitch
These niggas not on anything

[Chorus]
We them niggas, we stuntin'
All my niggas grew up thuggin'
These niggas not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'
We them niggas, we stuntin'
All my niggas grew up thuggin'
These niggas not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this that slick talk
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe a nigga, get you picked off
How you ball and you ain't go to practice? Got you kicked off
You heard that I fucked your BM, got you pissed off
Damn, in a big loft
I been dream chasin', I'm a boss, but I ain't Rick Ross
You can work for me, clean my shoes, make sure my shit gloss
Pussy niggas talkin' down on Gabe, got me ticked off

[Verse 2]
I'm goin' apeshit in this Bape shit
Gettin' money my morning, night, and day shift
Niggas claim they jackboys, but never take shit
Ayy, here go a K clip, nigga, take this
I remember down on my knuckles, had to take trips
Take risks to wear all this designer shit
Yeah, I can't even pronounce this shit
But it cost some strips, yeah, I'm on that tip

[Verse 3]
Know I'm on go when it come to make me richer
Dee servin' fiends, givin' pitbull dinners
Hit a bitch from the back, I'ma make her thicker
Give her demon dick, prayin' that I don't kill her
All my niggas keep tools like they Bob the Builder
7.62 shred, make it rip your liver
Take you to the lake, dump your ass in the river
Niggas lyin' in they raps, y'all niggas pretenders

[Verse 4]
If they ain't comin' outside, then we comin' in
If she ain't tryna fuck me, I fuck her best friend
P on the Eastside, I'm on the West End
I need five for a feature, nothin' less than
If you need a QP, call my Net10
That nigga speak down on Gabe, got a death wish
All my niggas one hundred like a K clip
Give a nigga faceshot like I Maced him

[Verse 5]
Bitch, you over eighteen? Come make this easy money
This a jugg, we get iPhones for easy hundreds
Said you slid down on us, can't believe you frontin'
Niggas rather go to jail 'cause they don't believe in punches
I came back broke as hell, I turned it into somethin'
We send a nigga to the grave, we don't do concussions
Just bought a Glock, dare a nigga try to take it from me
Twenty minutes, to be continued, ambulance comin'

[Verse 6]
Niggas always talkin' scams, but never gon' hit
Your bitch scream, "Freaky Rich," when she slob on the dick
Your hood mad we slid down and rocked your shit
Lil P in the cut and I bet he won't miss

[Verse 7]
We was made for this shit like the Jackson 5
Fuck a chain, wearin' my phone up in style now
It only take a couple flips to make a thou-wow
I got a bitch that go crazy, call her ball mouth
Ain't gotta put it on the scale, my eyeballs out
After this load, I'ma fuck around and cop a pound
Heard niggas on my head, well, tell 'em slide down
I be Cane with the K, so I'm calm now