Nothing Sweet

[Verse 1]

Fucked up, how these young niggas really ran up on me
Kept it real smooth, coulda stab somebody
I make chess moves, y’all play checkers dummies
Y’all don’t want it with me
This is call Call of Duty
Try and play close
I’mma catch a fucking body
Y’all dudes, better back the fuck up off me
Y’all gon’ wake the fucking beast
Aw yeah
I get the bag
Look at my swag
Y’all niggas mad
Yo’ reign was never meant to last
My crew gotta pop pistols
While y’all dummies throwing jabs
I leave it to the G’s
I don’t do the crime, I just drop the bags
Yeah-Yeah
Yoga (x3)

[Hook] (x2)

Youngn’s got me fucked thinking i’m sweet
Hope I never catch ‘em slippin in the fucking streets
Don’t let this "pretty nigga look' fool ya
Cuz Lord knows if you push me homie I’mma do ya

[Verse 2]

(Hello?)
Still got the sauce right?
Peep all the moves, I
Did for these dudes, I
Got stabbed in the back
So many times now I gotta buss back
My ennemies think I’mma play cool
But really it’s on sight
Outta my face yeah-yeah
Stay in ya place yeah-yeah
Nobody’s safe yeah
Homies might shoot up the place yeah-yeah
Honestly, I don’t like promoting savagery
(Savagery)
I just keep the same old energy
(Energy)
We gon’ bust a move and hope, we never catch a case
Whoo-Whoo, Bando Midori

[Hook]