Nothing Else to Talk About lyrics

[Intro]
I'm with that sh*t, my n*gga, I'm with that sh*t
(William)

[Chorus]
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Molly di*k that b*tch and keep her occupied
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
I'm with the sh*t, ain't gon' let it ride
Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky
Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance
You gon' f*ck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin'
Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary
Hit a whole hundred in a minute

[Verse 1]
I guess it's bout that time 'fore a n*gga start killin'
n*gga did a whole lot of dealin'
Egg beater, beat the pot like Rocky Balboa
Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George
Boyz n the Hood, trap them bags on the porch
Since youngin, my mama said, "Baby keep that pistol"
pus*y-ass n*gga, hit his ass in the kisser
Dress him up and put him in a strap like Bruce Jenner
I ain't got that type of breed comin' out the kennel
I'ma let my little homie there eat you up for dinner
Calaso Longway, real mob-tied n*gga
Catch him in the alley, gun him down like Ricky
Got them bonnets on his head for that di*k-ridin', n*gga
From the other side, playin' with the chop in the trenches
I had to dust it off, these n*ggas out here whisperin'
Reverse the clip, it hit a hundred in a minute
7.62, that gon' change out your image
Four cuties, that'll get 'em out his feelings
I got a dope tester, trigger finger itchin’
Put a rock on the shooter, he get a sniper vision
Keep a hammer on my hip like Bob the Builder (Hammer time)
Makin' juugs out a b*tch like a body builder (Juug)
I'm a grown man and y'all children
Got 'em finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams
Longway, b*tch, f*ck n*gga
[Chorus]
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Molly di*k that b*tch and keep her occupied
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
I'm with the sh*t, ain't gon' let it ride
Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky
Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance
You gon' f*ck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin'
Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary
Hit a whole hundred in a minute

[Verse 2]
Dirty chopper came with homicides, full of bodies, f*ck it, still shoot it
Snipers in my trunk on top of the roof
Whip a brick, watch me turn it to two
I'm with the bullsh*t, f*ck your crew
Pour my Tussionex in double cups (Lean)
Dressed up in blue with the Tommy gun (Neighborhood)
Handgun came with a Cinnabon
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about (Nothin' else to say)
Got GPS bullets, gon' find your location (Find)
Hop out and pop it, they dreaded like Haitians
Put a curfew on your block like y'all on probations
Throwin' up the hood like a Mason
Uh, Mr. Blue Benjamin paid for the case
Jackie Tan, whip it in the pan, saw you Ricki Lake
A boot of molly rock'll get your shooter shot (Grrah, grrah)
Boyz n the Hood, bandana like Pac
Both cutie pies get you First 48
Yellow tape it closed, casket your face
Mama yellin', can't ID your baby
Pull up shootin' Houdini in a blue Mercedes
Bangin' blue rag like I'm in the '80s
Let my b*tch shoot the stick, call her Tomb Raider
Send a hit at you pricks, call me Longway Barbosa (Longway, b*tch)
[Chorus]
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Molly di*k that b*tch and keep her occupied
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
I'm with the sh*t, ain't gon' let it ride
Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky
Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance
You gon' f*ck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin'
Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary
Hit a whole hundred in a minute