Pac_man29 - Nothin' bout Nothin' (feat. West of 33)

Let me tell you something
It’s a whole a lot of nothin
All about nothin
How you want me to say the last part It’s a whole a lot of
Hahaha
Hahaha
Hahahahahaaaaaa
Haha, Aye you know we had to have some fun on this one man
Still ain’t tho coughing nigga
I see these niggas they peeping my style lil bro you a child to me
All on my nuts, aye shut the fuck up you know what I’m bound to be
You know I be stuck way up in the cuts you know ain’t no findin me
Nigga go Spark up a blunt, its getting lit up like it’s a jubilee yeah
Shawty she down she repppin the set, she fucking with me cuz she know I’m up next
She like when I’m foulin she throw me a tech
Don’t show me no love, just show me respect
Bitch im the king ain’t never in check
Bitch give me yo all, where is the rest
She say that I’m fine
I don’t contest, she got the strategy she playing chess
But I’m the whole damn chess board
Shawty looking like an escort
Might not get you what you ask for
Less you talking bout a plane ticket so I really hope you got a passport
120 On the dashboard
Horsepower got her dripping wet, I can see her curves through a silhouette
I’m run it down like a fuckin vet call it Ed Reed how I intercept
Bitch imma beast fuck is you telling me
They wanting me like I got a felony
Nigga you weak I peep all the jealousy
Coppin my drip ain’t taking the rest of me
She got that good good in it less than an hour
Conversate about nothin
Unless she talking bout the Buffalo Bills then we can have a discussion
You shit if you thinking I’m bluffing
We taking yo bitch like it’s nothin
And won’t engage with the fussin
Hands like Money Maywether aye give a nigga Robintussin
The money old I’m dusting it
It’s a race I’m rushin it
Oh she got ass I’m bustin quick
I threw a dollar, she threw a fit
Went shopping could’ve payed ya rent
And I ain’t tryna be flagrant I’m tryna see what you shaking with
Got cake baby bake it quick banana twins tryna make a split
Know I’m coming with the force
I think I’m bout to go and retire
They left a nigga with no choice
I’m blessin niggas bout to inspire
Feed em ice cuz he on fire
He got no grip need a new tire
Irrelevant, you can’t transpire
Lil baby drip no pacifier
Aye they got nothin on a nigga
And she been touching on a nigga
And I hit the gas please don’t run up
You know I’m clutchin lil nigga
1st class when I make it past I’m the first down lil nigga
I’m ya worst past from the first and last don’t touch the crown lil nigga
It go head, shoulders, knees and toes drop it low
Stick it like velcrow I be killing that shit with no lights on
Mike Tyson I’m in the strike zone
I be spinnin that shit like a cyclone I’m gifted might need a price on me
Been respected I been the shit what you hype for lil bitch

Written by:
Chris Melton, Dwayne Henry

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