For Nothing lyrics

[Verse 1]
She's exquisite (Blatt)
But she suck my di*k, she leach on it like a [?] (Say what?)
n*gga ain't talk 'bout sh*t (Let's go), n*gga ain't talk 'bout sh*t (Talk 'bout)
n*gga ain't talk 'bout sh*t (Let's go), n*gga ain't talk 'bout sh*t (Talk 'bout)

[Chorus]
All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my b*tch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my b*tch bad (Hold on), yeah, my b*tch bad (Ain't talk 'bout sh*t)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you classy? (Oh, you classy?) Oh, you nasty? (Oh, you nasty?)
These lil' n*ggas ain't talk 'bout sh*t, I bet they won't add me
All my b*tches know I'm bad, I'm a baddie (Let's go)
All my b*tches know I'm sexy (Yeah), yeah, I'm a baddie (Yeah, woah)
I'm like, "Purr, bae" (Okay), I'm like [?] (Purr)
I got racks on me (Yeah), I f*ck my ho on her period (Yeah)
These n*ggas got me mad (Woah, woah), these n*ggas got new feelings (Yeah, f*ck)
Oh, you want a feature, b*tch? (What? What?) Are you serious? (What?)

[Chorus]
All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my b*tch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my b*tch bad (Hold on), yeah, my b*tch bad (Ain't talk 'bout sh*t)