On Nothing lyrics

[Intro]
In this b*tch high as f*ck
Lost my marbles in this b*tch
These n*ggas not on anything

[Chorus]
We them n*ggas, we stuntin'
All my n*ggas grew up thuggin'
These n*ggas not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'
We them n*ggas, we stuntin'
All my n*ggas grew up thuggin'
These n*ggas not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this that slick talk
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe a n*gga, get you picked off
How you ball and you ain't go to practice? Got you kicked off
You heard that I f*cked your BM, got you p*ssed off
Damn, in a big loft
I been dream chasin', I'm a boss, but I ain't Rick Ross
You can work for me, clean my shoes, make sure my sh*t gloss
pus*y n*ggas talkin' down on Gabe, got me ticked off

[Verse 2]
I'm goin' apesh*t in this Bape sh*t
Gettin' money my morning, night, and day shift
n*ggas claim they jackboys, but never take sh*t
Ayy, here go a K clip, n*gga, take this
I remember down on my knuckles, had to take trips
Take risks to wear all this designer sh*t
Yeah, I can't even pronounce this sh*t
But it cost some strips, yeah, I'm on that tip
[Verse 3]
Know I'm on go when it come to make me richer
Dee servin' fiends, givin' pitbull dinners
Hit a b*tch from the back, I'ma make her thicker
Give her demon di*k, prayin' that I don't kill her
All my n*ggas keep tools like they Bob the Builder
7.62 shred, make it rip your liver
Take you to the lake, dump your ass in the river
n*ggas lyin' in they raps, y'all n*ggas pretenders

[Verse 4]
If they ain't comin' outside, then we comin' in
If she ain't tryna f*ck me, I f*ck her best friend
P on the Eastside, I'm on the West End
I need five for a feature, nothin' less than
If you need a QP, call my Net10
That n*gga speak down on Gabe, got a death wish
All my n*ggas one hundred like a K clip
Give a n*gga faceshot like I Maced him

[Verse 5]
b*tch, you over eighteen? Come make this easy money
This a jugg, we get iPhones for easy hundreds
Said you slid down on us, can't believe you frontin'
n*ggas rather go to jail 'cause they don't believe in punches
I came back broke as hell, I turned it into somethin'
We send a n*gga to the grave, we don't do concussions
Just bought a Glock, dare a n*gga try to take it from me
Twenty minutes, to be continued, ambulance comin'
[Verse 6]
n*ggas always talkin' scams, but never gon' hit
Your b*tch scream, "Freaky Rich," when she slob on the di*k
Your hood mad we slid down and rocked your sh*t
Lil P in the cut and I bet he won't miss

[Verse 7]
We was made for this sh*t like the Jackson 5
f*ck a chain, wearin' my phone up in style now
It only take a couple flips to make a thou-wow
I got a b*tch that go crazy, call her ball mouth
Ain't gotta put it on the scale, my eyeballs out
After this load, I'ma f*ck around and cop a pound
Heard n*ggas on my head, well, tell 'em slide down
I be Cane with the K, so I'm calm now