Nobody on E lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
f*ck is you doing, n*gga?
Bainz in the building with me
Yeah
(Leek, that's fye right there)
Let's go

[Chorus]
You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no b*tch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the stage

[Verse 1]
YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm paid
Twin on my face that got caught in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the cage
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a maze
Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't play games but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know I'ma finish
Shе want a body and I want a milli'
Robbin' and killin'
Home of the murderers and some of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my feelings
They know I'm hard but don't wanna admit
n*ggas be hating but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that b*tch sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm committed
b*tch, it don't count if you broke and you pretty
Walk in the mall, ballin', John Wall
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her call
Dodging the bullsh*t, I can't f*ck with at all
[?] they callin' the law
I want the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
p*ssed off on IG but don't want no static
Elliot jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother planet
[Chorus]
You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no b*tch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the stage

[Verse 2]
Catch him and chop off his limbs
Sipping these pints and I'm poppin' these pills
I keep the baddest lil' thotties
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my body
This ain't court, we don't judge b*tches for bodies
I was too high, I just slept in the lobby
Put it Post-It, I know they gon' copy
I told her pull up and she got excited
Free my lil' dawg, [?] got indicted
I'm ready to crash out, ain't startin' a riot
I really came out the jungle with lions
Speak on my name and them bullets, they flyin'
Stay down and ran that sh*t up out the gate
Traps keep on calling, they don't wanna wait
Spot in LA and it came with a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the money well made
[Chorus]
You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no b*tch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the stage