Nada

Yeaah Yeaah
Nada

Your momma said you should've never ever talked to him
Your momma said he's just a local dude rappin'
Run and tell your momma
I been getting guala

I'm back up on the beat again beat again
I done threw up on the beat again
I was down I didn't see them
Now they actin' like my best friend

I got juice call me V8
Gladiator runnin' up and down the interstate
You can't tell me nada
I been workin' harder

And you can tell me nada
I been workin' harder

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
And you can't tell me nada
I been workin' harder

Can't turn me down I'm way up
At the party on my tour bus
Got your momma and your girlfriend
Both tryin' to get in
Fly Hi you the man you the man
I know I am I know I am
Remember when you doubted him
I'm in the stars where you wanna be
I understand why you envy me

Ezekiel Elliot with the Rock
Belly full eatin' non stop
Got somethin' tryin' to get a lot
Game on lets start the clock
Say Fly Hi he too hot
Fourth quarter won't miss a shot
My shine you can't block
That way straight to the top

I get more checks than a Nike shop Nike shop
I got em' woke like a coffee shop coffee shop
I got em' lined up like a bus stop bus stop
She gave me top until my bottle pop
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She gave me top until my bottle pop

Hey what's up wit it
Show
See I'm a cool calm rapper but I can get hood
Twenty fours back on my Chevy and I'm still whippin that wood
Money money I gotta grind in the streets I gotta eat
Middle finger yeah to the hater whoever got beef
Yeah yeah they call me Show I need ten for a show
I need ten for a show a couple bottles for my bro
Fly Hi up in the building yeah we ridin' with this doe
We made it rain all over the spot money coverin' up the floor
So go and tell your momma I'm what that is
I've been gettin' guala without a deal
Comma after comma fuck how you feel

Whoa Whoa
You know the drill
One two three four

I'm back up on the beat again
I done threw up on the beat again
I was down I didn't see them
Now they actin' like my best friend

I got juice call me V8
Gladiator runnin' up and down the interstate
You can't tell me nada
I been workin' harder

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Nada



Credits
Writer(s): Fly Hi
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