For Nothin
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you (yeah, look)
I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All of my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck, you thinkin' a nigga stupid or somethin'?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that nigga get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them niggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff
They say I'm big already, uh
I feel like I'm gettin' bigger, uh
That bitch was lyin', I didn't hit her
If the opps start dyin', I get the hit up
I still go hit a nigga
Don't mistake me for a different nigga
If I tell 'em to work, they'll clip a nigga
If I take me a Perc, I forget the nigga
If I'm takin' the work, then I'll flip a nigga
If he actin' annoyin', I ain't the nigga
If I go cut him off, I won't miss the nigga
And you better not never be with the nigga
This what I'm made for, huh
Savin' the day with no cape on
Seein' this bitch with a lace on, huh
I see a opp get banged on, huh
I'm only showin' my face every in and out, I don't stay long
Huh, look, all of the verses the heard was fire
I came in the game, gettin' my Drake on (huh)
They hear my shit and put that face on
(They hear my shit and put that face on) yeah, look
I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All of my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck you thinkin', a nigga stupid or something?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that nigga get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them niggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you (yeah, look)
I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All of my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck, you thinkin' a nigga stupid or somethin'?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that nigga get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them niggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff
They say I'm big already, uh
I feel like I'm gettin' bigger, uh
That bitch was lyin', I didn't hit her
If the opps start dyin', I get the hit up
I still go hit a nigga
Don't mistake me for a different nigga
If I tell 'em to work, they'll clip a nigga
If I take me a Perc, I forget the nigga
If I'm takin' the work, then I'll flip a nigga
If he actin' annoyin', I ain't the nigga
If I go cut him off, I won't miss the nigga
And you better not never be with the nigga
This what I'm made for, huh
Savin' the day with no cape on
Seein' this bitch with a lace on, huh
I see a opp get banged on, huh
I'm only showin' my face every in and out, I don't stay long
Huh, look, all of the verses the heard was fire
I came in the game, gettin' my Drake on (huh)
They hear my shit and put that face on
(They hear my shit and put that face on) yeah, look
I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All of my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck you thinkin', a nigga stupid or something?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that nigga get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them niggas all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Credits
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Tarik Hemici, Martin Peter Targett, Rick Vilsaint, Heiko Dorre
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