Nothing to Do
(Big guala ya heard)
(Yea, aye, aye) (woo, woo)
(Run me up)
(Yea, yea, yea, aye)
(Flexin' out pluto) (Let's go)
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
These niggas they're all tryna knock me off, like I ain't got big racks
So I went to the block, now I got a glock
When I shot that shit, it got kickback (Boom)
In a minute, I'll need some baguettes (Uh-huh)
And I might just go get a patek
Just for the drip, I'll take a picture by the jet (Flights)
We keep flexin' these niggas upset
Cause baby I'm counting the green (Yea)
And lately just sippin' the lean (Yea)
Sent packs in 2018 (Yea)
Now I'm back shooting on the team (Yea)
And guala got cash
I told the bank "it's gon' take a hour just to count that" (Racks)
Keep a tool, I can't go without that (Woo)
Let's get steak, we been talking Outback (Okay)
I just might shoot me a nigga and call him a flick
Get dinero, niggas sayin' I Flipp
Get them hoes in the room we gon hit (Uh-huh)
Talkin' shit you get popped like a zit (Okay)
Big guala that way since a jhit (Aye)
Talked big, till I pulled out the kit
All these hoes, imma throw me a fit
Invite all the bitches, come in and get lit, yea
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Lil' mami breaking that neck
She keep askin' "what it do?"
I told her "bring all of your friends, then I'mma let em' meet the crew"
Cause I'm the six man of the year like I'm Lou, and baby imma get it poppin'
I grab the rod, put a shot in his back
Now he look like a Dolphin, yea
I'll Cop you a Birking bag, I'll cop you the Fendi and cop you the Prada
Now she going crazy, off that Louie and Fendi with Dolce Gabbana
Now we at the end of the night
We been sippin that strong and that light
He said if he see me "on sight",
I just put your man up, like a kite
In a foreign, I hop out the ghost
You makin' the least but you doing the most
Be bragging about all your hoes
On God, you was never on go
My name fillin up in the hall way
They see that I kill in the broad day
We running this shit, all day
Keep cappin', I'll put you on broad way (Bitch)
No there ain't nothing to do
No there ain't nothing to do
Like gotti I pull up wit woo
No there ain't nothing to do
(Yea, aye, aye) (woo, woo)
(Run me up)
(Yea, yea, yea, aye)
(Flexin' out pluto) (Let's go)
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
These niggas they're all tryna knock me off, like I ain't got big racks
So I went to the block, now I got a glock
When I shot that shit, it got kickback (Boom)
In a minute, I'll need some baguettes (Uh-huh)
And I might just go get a patek
Just for the drip, I'll take a picture by the jet (Flights)
We keep flexin' these niggas upset
Cause baby I'm counting the green (Yea)
And lately just sippin' the lean (Yea)
Sent packs in 2018 (Yea)
Now I'm back shooting on the team (Yea)
And guala got cash
I told the bank "it's gon' take a hour just to count that" (Racks)
Keep a tool, I can't go without that (Woo)
Let's get steak, we been talking Outback (Okay)
I just might shoot me a nigga and call him a flick
Get dinero, niggas sayin' I Flipp
Get them hoes in the room we gon hit (Uh-huh)
Talkin' shit you get popped like a zit (Okay)
Big guala that way since a jhit (Aye)
Talked big, till I pulled out the kit
All these hoes, imma throw me a fit
Invite all the bitches, come in and get lit, yea
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Spent a hundred thousand, all on some shoes
Police finding out the gang on the move
Going crazy, thinkin' we on the loose
Spanish bitches that we fucking in twos
Flexin' in my whip, the windows is tinted
Give a fuck, imma flex if it's rented
Going crazy, nigga I got a tool
Ballin hard, cause there's nothing to do
Lil' mami breaking that neck
She keep askin' "what it do?"
I told her "bring all of your friends, then I'mma let em' meet the crew"
Cause I'm the six man of the year like I'm Lou, and baby imma get it poppin'
I grab the rod, put a shot in his back
Now he look like a Dolphin, yea
I'll Cop you a Birking bag, I'll cop you the Fendi and cop you the Prada
Now she going crazy, off that Louie and Fendi with Dolce Gabbana
Now we at the end of the night
We been sippin that strong and that light
He said if he see me "on sight",
I just put your man up, like a kite
In a foreign, I hop out the ghost
You makin' the least but you doing the most
Be bragging about all your hoes
On God, you was never on go
My name fillin up in the hall way
They see that I kill in the broad day
We running this shit, all day
Keep cappin', I'll put you on broad way (Bitch)
No there ain't nothing to do
No there ain't nothing to do
Like gotti I pull up wit woo
No there ain't nothing to do
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Writer(s): Nayshawn Pierre
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