You Ain’t Nothing

[Frank - Verse 1:]

[Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2
You fucking chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the fuck you joking
What the fuck you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing

[Lil' Rob - Verse 2:]
I step into the battlefield, one vato you can't over look
Dropping shit with Royal-T, Frank. V, Yogi and all the crooks
And we stop right through the blocks
Got pedo, we got the Glocks
And you know we can't be stopped
Badass rolas ever dropped
And we do it all the days
Picking up our evil ways
Drop the top on Chevrolets
The difference is that Low Pro pays
If you don't believe me you'll see me in my '63
Chromed out to thе bone holmes up in my Fleetwood brim holmes
I got a fucking bag of tricks
Drinking by thе pack of six
And I'll grab another one
That's a 12 pack and I still ain't done
Night is young and I am too
Party's on I'm invited too
Crazy fucking place to be
And I fucking aim to please
Rolling in a two tone
Chevy gangster lights on
Flying just like Superman
But I don't got no tights on
42x30's creased up that's how I goes in
Cruising in a oldie
Bumping all them oldie jams

[Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2
You fucking chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the fuck you joking
What the fuck you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing

[Lil Bandit - Verse 3:]

[Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2
You fucking chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the fuck you joking
What the fuck you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing