On Nothing

Yeah, you talking shit like yo ass is stunting But you already know, you ain't nothing So many racks coming my pockets, they bustin Yeah, where that fuckboy at, we huntin You ain't on shit, watch how you talk to me I'm up in Ypsi and lil' bitch I'm walkin' free Flexing on opps, shit that we often be doing If you don't get money, don't talk to me, stupid We just get that money, ain't often we losing SRT gone, Trackhawk in, we cruisin Big bands up, we boostin Yeah, I'm up off the music Yeah, yeah, yo lil' ass talk but don't do shit It's clear, yo ass losin You talk shit, you a pussy is amusing I just talk shit, cause this shit bring views in You talking shit cause you still sad, I don't even feel bad Pull out some real racks If he run up and see me, do him real bad Lil' bro was fiending, he cracking the seal fast Hit you, it hurt like you hitting some steel pads Eating up beats, yeah, I eat up a meal fast I'm really up off a deal bag When I walk in, bitch, the real back Y'all all cap, we talk real facts You talk crazy, uh We gon' make you look stupid as f*ck Big ass Bentley, bitch, we cruisin' the truck Hop in my bag and make music a bunch Yo ass down bad, how you lose in the clutch Snapping all day that shit boosting me up You talking shit, think you cool, but you duck Big ass Bentley, bitch, we cruisin' the truck Yeah, you couldn't afford this shit Bro got expensive cup, go watch him pour this shit That's a four of that shit, in a foreign, lil' bitch Ain't no Ford, lil' bitch, I don't force no shit I'ma make these hits, ain't a chore to get rich And these is Balenci, no forces, lil' bitch You couldn't afford these kicks I need four of these shits Make more racks in a day, then you make a whole week Don't talk about me, don't speak LV the kicks, no crease Run up on me, his lil' ass could get pieced We the ones getting that money, that breesh I was taking yo bitch down for weeks Lil' bitch, you a fucking clown to me You sad as f*ck, that's what it sound to me