Til There’s Nothing Left

[Verse 1:Chris Castello]
Aye chiggidy check it, just for a second before I wreck it
If you don't what's going on then homie get to stepping
Uh, protect your neck bitch
Uh, Inspectah Deck shit
A vandal. Too hot to handle
Yes it's the boy Castello steady getting more hoes
Fuck taking them out to eat. They getting Digiorno
Back in high-school she was a whore though
Oh well. Guess it was her hormones
We went up north for a weekend trip
She popped a couple pills and had a Weeknd trip, ye
We got high and listened to Jimi Hendrix
Then I fucked her so hard she felt it in her appendix
She falling in love and I ain't even say shit
She thinking I'm the one, but girl this ain't the Matrix
She thinking I'm famous, and I ain't on the A list
But honey you can play this on your play list
See it's wealth over riches and women over bitches
With god as my witness, I'ma do it till I finish
There ain't no stand-ins, I stand out
See y'all don't even plan shit. I know how this join pan out
Go

[Hook:Donzy Donavin]
1(drop) 2(drop)
3(drop) 4(drop)
All the targets down, homie. Im'a need some more. GO
5(drop) 6(drop)
7(drop) None left
I got a alot of action that you can come get
You talking too much yo, they want something fresh
And I'ma give em' what they want until there's nothing left
Until there's nothing left
Yo Im'a give em' what they want until there's nothing left

[Verse 2:Donzy Donavin]
I look out as the haters give me blind stares
It's my time, these niggas tryna buy time shares
That ain't bragging, I've just mastered my craft
Used to carry half of your stash in my bag after class
It was all feared before now it's laughed at last
See we go hand in hand, like how a cancer's a crab
That's why she's screaming out my name while I'm smacking her ass
Stuff to fill the blunts up, that's whats packed in the bag
Forget about your plans and ambitions
She get wet to my freestyles and drown in my writtens
Bare stacks, now she taking shots like sandbags
She got long hair and tanned legs
Anyways, It's all copasetic till your soldiers get it
It's so pathetic. I don't condone your message
Too overzealous. Niggas still smile when I know they're jelous
That's why I drop game, like your older cousin dog
And make these hoes run, like when Oprah's coming on
I ain't one to state the lies and the rumours
There's a story to these lines, like a mother who's a user
I ain't here to just stunt. I ain't came to just ball
Wasn't born to put it down but Im shooting at y'all like

[Hook]