Something from Nothing

Woah, woah
I got the drip and you know I'm drippin'
Nuh uh and you know I'm drippin'

Amiri my pants, I be drippin'
On my wrist I need a Patek
Bitch I got the Tec on deck
Money on me don't mean to flex
Aye, why you keep on talking to me?
Is you tryna compete with me?
Too much drip on me, like I had the sink
I'm a Leo, in my jungle I'm a king
Why you like to flex what you don't got?
Red beam and it's on my Glock
Turn you to a Hindu with this red dot
You ain't riding for me gotta kick rocks
Money on me and it feel good
Came up from the mud, from the hood
But I still go back to my hood
In my city niggas love to hate, for what?
Why you hate on me? Just cause you not successful
Light it up I smoke a blunt cause this shit be stressful
If you living good, what the fuck you gotta stress for?
My bitch she so bad, I might put her in a figure stretch four
I get money and I know
I got Glocks and Calicos
Niggas know that I get dough
Spend a whole bag in Ralph Lauren
Don't try to talk to me, yo' ass is boring
I get hella bread, don't do no sports
You got no room to talk, you a dork
I be chasing chicken not no pork
Aye, I get the drip when I walk in
My closet is walk in
You niggas keep talking
Yo' bitch she teething
Why you mad cause she teasing
Off a xan I'm tweakin'
Smoking dope I'm reakin'
Money coming in, money coming out
Tit on my Glock and it hold 50 rounds
You keep talking, running yo' mouth
You smoking that shh, that ain't no loud
Silencer don't make no sound
Why she want me around?
YSL my belt, Vlone on my tee
Number Nine my jeans
I'm too clean
My bitch mean
Don't get in between



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Writer(s): Rami Kuordi
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