4 nothin Lyrics

G-lock on him for nothing

Pop him no discussion

You can get hit with the drum, percussion

Never lack, cause the opps up to something

Count these racks, I'mma keep steady thumbing

Thumb these racks, and they keep on coming

Keep my mac, and it's hot like a oven

Ain't no stripper, but I'm clutching my pole

I hit a stain and no body know

Go to the bank, money overload

Smoking that stank, yeah it's that dro

I keep the K in my letterman clothes

You cap and gown, my style you stole

I know my titans, they on go

That boy a rat, he a mole

Told her let's have fun, yeah for the night

You bet not run when I give you the pipe

He asking for war, he asking for strife

When I run up, we gon' walk him down

He see the beam, now he want to talk it out

Bands on your head, it's a big amount

I keep the lead I won't hear you out

Talk down on me you set yourself up (Yeah)

Brung the Army, ain't no letting up (Yeah)

He talking down, we gon' send him up (Blat)

If that's your mans, you better pick him up (Yeah)

G-lock on him for nothing

Pop him no discussion

You can get hit with the drum, percussion

Never lack, cause the opps up to something

Count these racks, I'mma keep steady thumbing

Thumb these racks, and they keep on coming

Keep my mac, and it's hot like a oven

Ain't no stripper, but I'm clutching my pole

I hit a stain and no body know

Go to the bank, money overload

Smoking that stank, yeah it's that dro

I keep the K in my letterman clothes

You cap and gown, my style you stole

I know my titans, they on go

That boy a rat, he a mole

(Yeah)

(Yeah, for nothing)

(Yeah, for nothing)

(Yeah, for nothing) (Blat)