It's Nothing ft. Dotta & Kid Drama Lyrics

Ayy, 574 shit no hoe shit, man

Gang

Doeskigang, ahh

Josh World

Ayy, I got them steppers with me, man

Let's get it

Ayy, Kid Drama in that cut, nigga

I got them killers round that corner, so don't fuck with them

And if it's up with my gang, then it's stuck, nigga

Bitch, I'm on point with that rocket just like Russ, nigga

Nah, I don't trust niggas, they too iffy

I got 30 up in that glizzy, I'll let it sing like Drizzy

And I'm sellin' P's like Diddy, bitch like Dave Ruffin, don't tempt me

All my niggas hustle like Nipsey, if a nigga tweak, we get busy

And if a nigga tweak, we get busy, so you know we sliding

If we catch a opp, we gon' drop, yeah it's homicides

Whole bunch of bullets flyin, yeah them niggas dyin

Whole bunch of mamas cryin, yeah it's homicides

Murder case, if I catch a opp, that 40 hurt his face

Got a Glock, that bitch there is 23, but hold 38

Workin' late, like a nine to five, but I got off at eight

Keep a drake, countin' money, yeah, I'm back to gettin' cake

Back to gettin' cake, bitch, you know we get a lot

Hell yeah, I'm big dog, hell yeah, I'm roofin' now

Niggas talkin' all that shit, but yeah, you know you wolfin, huh

Uh huh, lil' bitch, ayy, we just tryna get some bands, nigga

Damn, nigga, Let them bullets dance, nigga

Hit her from the back, she gave me head first like a Ram, nigga

40 clappin' at that rapper he won't get a chance, nigga

Big shit up in the club, you think I'm at Sam's, nigga

And we got them fans, nigga, but no, I'm not Katana

I just called up Dotta, he said, fuck it, slide up on Kid Drama

Always on that bullshit, yeah, I got that stick

Bitch, it's always on my hip, aye, I'm a get him flipped

Fuck you talkin' bout, nigga, ayy, as a damn young'un

I jumped off that damn porch, nigga, and I just got it jumping

Foe them keep that torch, nigga, and this bitch hold a hundred

Niggas talk that shit and we'll put this bitch right to your tummy

I don't give a fuck, nigga, what, we'll hit him up

Nigga tryna duck, wet you up, we'll shoot it up

Hell yeah, this kid and this bitch, I'm tryna boot it up

I don't pop no pills, but tonight, I'm gettin' an Oreo or somethin

Uh, yeah, and we shoot to kill

Make a movie, Steven Spiel, no army we doin' drills

All this ice all on my chain, they like, bro, you gotta chill

Catch a opp, let that 40 pop and ask him how it feel

These niggas ain't nothin, nigga, whole bunch of guns get to bustin, nigga

Headshot, all this blood, guarantee it's rushin, nigga

Red beams on them machine guns, you think we Russian, nigga

Snitch, K, they talkin' to the pigs like the Muppets, nigga

Fuck them niggas, bitch I'm in the woods, I be huntin' niggas

I hope his child got a destiny, LeToya Luckett, nigga

I'm with my brother, Christopher Columbus, nigga I be stompin' with him

Like he got asthma, he been gaspin, I'm a have to put that pump to niggas

It's nothin, nigga