No Thing
Aye, baby hit my line when I'm too gone
Or maybe that I'm too high
I been killing shit since a nigga was bout knee high
And I'm steppin' out so you know that I'mma get fly
A nigga left his fam so that's all on me
But I ain't trippin' they ain't even wanna call on me
And a nigga really paid so we all gon' eat, swear we all gon' eat
Shit, I ain't got no sleep
We going up like a tall drink
He don't rap no more, maybe that's what y'all think
Big boss shit, see the shots I'm callin'
She said she want Balmain that's the small things
I ain't even trippin' I ain't really type to call things
Pull up Cam'Ron wit the all pink
I'm just thinkin' bout this bread like we all think
You do nothing for me baby you just stalling
Ain't no thang to hit a bag too
My shit makin' people mad too
Ain't fuck around with the man boo
Hit a switch, bitch, hit the lag, woo
Got big papers, hit relax boo
Sippin' on liquor, fade back woo
99 problems, people find woo
Ain't no thang, that's facts too
She said, hey it's been a minute
Ain't respond to the text though
She's dry so I erased her number
Like marks from an expo
Please do not speak to me when I'm rollin' up the indo'
Last year I was on my tortoise moves
Let's up the tempo
You know where to find me, in my bag is where I'm at (at)
Whip can hit a hundred in bout seven seconds flat (flat)
Every song I make there's new improvement, that's a fact (fact)
Numb to all the bullshit at this point I don't react (aye, aye)
Keep it stoic, move in silence, be a stone-cold killer
Banging on my chest like a silver-back gorilla
A trapped soul, but I'm not bumpin' no Bryson Tiller
Life has ups and downs but it's mostly a bunch of filler
But what you do's important with that idle time
Focus on yourself and you gone be just fine
Then see who'll still be with you at the finish line
In your business you should be 'cause I'll be minding mine
Ain't no thang to hit a bag too
My shit makin' people mad too
Ain't fuck around with the man boo
Hit a switch, bitch, hit the lag, woo
Got big papers, hit relax boo
Sippin' on liquor, fade back woo
99 problems, people find woo
Ain't no thang, that's facts too
People talk but
Don't pay no mind
Only you can define who you are
And want to be
You're just fine to me
We gone shine baby it's alright, yeah
Ain't no thang to hit a bag too
My shit makin' people mad too
Ain't fuck around with the man boo
Hit a switch, bitch, hit the lag, woo
Got big papers, hit relax boo
Sippin' on liquor, fade back woo
99 problems, people find woo
Ain't no thang, that's facts too
Bring it to the back, to the back like
You know it ain't no thing to bring it back right
Hit it from the back, hit it from the back like
Ain't no thing to bring it from the back right
Bring it to the back, to the back like
You know it ain't no thing to bring it back right
Hit it from the back, hit it from the back like
Ain't no thing to bring it from the back right