Krept - Ain't On Nuttin (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Hook)
They say they on this and that
Why ye ain't on that?!
Said she take it from the back
Man, that was on chat
Yes, she ain't on nuttin
(My nigga, how ya mean?)
Nah, they ain't on nuttin
Nah, they ain't on nuttin
(My nigga, how ya mean?)
Nah, they ain't on nuttin
Nah, they ain't on shit!
(Verse)
Ya see, tonight we gettin' cake
Hit, who - when?! BoOed out till there's nothin' left to pick
In front of my dawgs bring a Mac on it
Have a soap pointed out on a cue stick
Off the heat bow pistol orgy
My goons got pepper, try and salt me
Tall black with that storm seat
Nothin' gettin' round no mo, finna sold P
FUck her talent, she don't even lack that
Con gettin' dough, I'm here to jag one track
She want my DNA?! I dunno about that
(Wait, what?) DNA, dunno about that
Showin' everywhere, smoke in public
Flex with my team and call that Truth Olive
I got a few things round clappin'
Guess we got a few things in common
Gold and bread, munch got a-blockin'
So much weight, feds tired spottin'
Fuck a stack! Spend it on chocolate
Now I'm tryna find a location I can put a shop in
Sick of dead rappers all murderin'
I'm fuckin' fed up - Fergurson
Rights, nigga, my squad China nigga
Bout 50 niggas hittin' notes, that's a quire, nigga
Old school quip talent, on sacra
Teacher said I failed, to be quite honest
Now I'm probably her highest payed pupil
How I want it!
Couple niggas go broke, where yo gwop, G?
You stock bullet, you ain't hungry
Top of this rap team, somebody stop me!
Got enemies, give her brain, she's caught me
You can't find us, no buts, no if charge
Rap man winster, prime me can spin ya
Features cutter, acoustics rip that
R&B Pop tunes, I spin a fuckin' rap tune
Clap tunes massive, freestyle classics
Dead rapper's only good at one thing, that's it
Raves festivals, TV (?)
Boy, I dunno bout rappers, I'm skeptical
Lyrics like bullets, put a gun in you
Ghost from my slug, now that's what I call a barbecue
Untouchable, watch the greatest due
Kinda get MzG like Maybach Music
