Concept Nothing (Explicit) - Night Lovell/Shermar Paul

Ay ay

Ay yeah ah

B***h name Alyssa

Still I'm gone with no Swisher

Shots of rum in the pitcher

I take the time get me richer

Got the thot so intact

Dark from ground to the cat

Made a bill from the stack

This s**t got a pill for the back

Hit that b***h from the back

Say you run with the pack

Miss my face with that s**t

You say that you bring the f**k back

Say I'm always so cold

Told the story to know

In the facts that I say

I live in the north of the gold ay yeah

I'm so ashamed

Don't run don't you run

Thinking that you'd end this s**t from excess to the gun

Burning in the light from the motherf**king sun

My way's to the stage don't you never f**king fund

No status no practice

Stay low never a s**t show

Takin' stacks for the snow

I take your b***h and she know

Movin' fast through the glass never take it

N***as talk never walk

And I come straight back to lacing

Nab that s**t been dead

Still you down your f**king head

Seen with stats to the racks

I go down with thots in the back

Dumb a*s n***a with the Ruger

F**k around and pop ya

No I'm never gonna stop her

Cut the power

You a marker

Tell them my life always down from the crowd

Never will I make yo' a*s down for the town

Layin' on the low face down in the bay

Sippin' gin never take facts to the back

Let's go down to my n***a's

Tell me b***h don't sing it

Tell me s**t but that's counterfeit

Think I'm dumb 'cause then s**t I lit

Momma said four figures

Make it big no dealers

Walking 'round no trace of hit

Takin' cash from yo' dealer's s**t

Chip slow for the back show 'bout ten mil' in 'Lando

Paint s**t from thot s**t you call me Picasso

N***as say that I'm wack though

F**k a b***h in yo' Volvo

White meat on my plate though

White sheet to my pencil

Already done

F**k you n***as I'm already done

Already done

I'm already done

F**k you n***as I'm already done

Never s**t fun

Run with the gun

And f**k you n***as I'm already done

Already done

Never s**t fun

Already done done

Crackhouse sniffin' in the back though

Coke white shoe s**t make dough

N***as think big she a plateau

Come back in the same brand coat

Try me b***h if you can though

Find me slick in a small boat

Touch my s**t get cutthroat

Walk by swift with the same note

N***a you's a lie

Claim you still the guy

I f**k you up so quick and take your motherf**king tie

Saying you should die

Locked up in the sky

Restricted to the moves I want to make I never try