NOTHING TO SOMETHING
Thanks for the slap Ali
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air, we shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare, we comin' from nothin',
we turn nothing into something
Gas in my blunt, bitch, I'm booted up
Came with my dawgs, nothin' to new to us
Let my nuts hang, can't neuter us
Hard-headed nigga, can't tutor us
Who is you?
I came with some cold hearted Haitians, that carry tools
You might see me smilin', but then nigga, don't be fooled
Hit up my dawgs and set up a blitz, that is a night you'll never forget
The mission ain't finished, till you empty clip
Real niggas from around me, I don't got to trip
Stick on me in case you rush
My brother with me, he gon' bust
Bitch, I know I look good, but baby girl, you can't touch
Niggas try to play around, and you get smoked just like a dutch
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm not hearin' none of this shit that you sayin'
Bout to turn up in this bitch, super sayian
I might just blow down this bitch, I ain't playin'
I am a god to your bitch, got her praying
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air, we shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare, we comin' from nothin',
we turn nothing into something
I'm a dog, I ain't fuckin' with snakes
Make a bad bitch stay in her place
Put a.45 in his face
Fuck around, leave a whole new space
I just might buy a whole new gun
Let the crackas make a whole new case
Lil' shawty, might just be the one
But my feelings already been erased
Baby girl, I'm tryna link up
So when is you comin'
She say, boy, you just wanna fuck
Cause I got what I wanted
I'm the type pull out when I nut
And leave it all on her stomach
We score like Downsett-Hutt
We ain't doin' no puttin'
We makin' money, by the hundreds
Think it's funny, now we comin'
Let this 40 get to hummin'
Rick and Morty, we be gunnin'
Robert Horry, we be dunkin'
Even my shawty, she dumpin'
Talk shit, we plumbin'
Man, this shit all came from nothin'
You told me that you love me, you don't show it
On that bullshit like a Taurus
See, I'm the type to keep my pistol loaded
And leave it empty when I blow it
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air
We shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare
We comin' from nothin'
We turn nothing into something
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air, we shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare, we comin' from nothin',
we turn nothing into something
Gas in my blunt, bitch, I'm booted up
Came with my dawgs, nothin' to new to us
Let my nuts hang, can't neuter us
Hard-headed nigga, can't tutor us
Who is you?
I came with some cold hearted Haitians, that carry tools
You might see me smilin', but then nigga, don't be fooled
Hit up my dawgs and set up a blitz, that is a night you'll never forget
The mission ain't finished, till you empty clip
Real niggas from around me, I don't got to trip
Stick on me in case you rush
My brother with me, he gon' bust
Bitch, I know I look good, but baby girl, you can't touch
Niggas try to play around, and you get smoked just like a dutch
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm not hearin' none of this shit that you sayin'
Bout to turn up in this bitch, super sayian
I might just blow down this bitch, I ain't playin'
I am a god to your bitch, got her praying
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air, we shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare, we comin' from nothin',
we turn nothing into something
I'm a dog, I ain't fuckin' with snakes
Make a bad bitch stay in her place
Put a.45 in his face
Fuck around, leave a whole new space
I just might buy a whole new gun
Let the crackas make a whole new case
Lil' shawty, might just be the one
But my feelings already been erased
Baby girl, I'm tryna link up
So when is you comin'
She say, boy, you just wanna fuck
Cause I got what I wanted
I'm the type pull out when I nut
And leave it all on her stomach
We score like Downsett-Hutt
We ain't doin' no puttin'
We makin' money, by the hundreds
Think it's funny, now we comin'
Let this 40 get to hummin'
Rick and Morty, we be gunnin'
Robert Horry, we be dunkin'
Even my shawty, she dumpin'
Talk shit, we plumbin'
Man, this shit all came from nothin'
You told me that you love me, you don't show it
On that bullshit like a Taurus
See, I'm the type to keep my pistol loaded
And leave it empty when I blow it
Wherever I go, my niggas, they comin'
That draco gon' beatbox
We spot him, he runnin'
It's smoke in the air
We shootin' a hundred
My niggas is rare
We comin' from nothin'
We turn nothing into something
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Writer(s): Corinthian Preston
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