Nothin’ lyrics

[Chorus]
These b*tches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that sh*t, so I cut them
b*tches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that sh*t, I just f*ck them

[Verse]
Ayy, run it up, ayy-ayy
Run to yo' crib with the lasers
Savor this clip like a flavor
I blow on this b*tch like a game on a Sega
I puff on a wood or a Garcia y Vega
Whip out a stick, see you later
Her mouth on the di*k like she hittin' that vapor
No, I'm not rollin' no papers
I'm smoking that sh*t from the state of the Lakers (Cali)
f*ckin' with me, is you stupid man?
Pull up outside of yo' crib like the Uber-man
You got a stick, but won't shoot it
And I don't need no hollows 'cause n*ggas ain't Superman
How yo' lil' bro on the news?
They don't know what to do 'cause they don't have no evidence
It do not matter the distance, that's trappin'
No different I snipe what I'm shootin' at
I got that pogo, my polo
Up that it blow fumes like I'm doing my cooking dance
AR make n*ggas do running-man
Hop out, head huntin'
On yo' head, a hunnid grand
My stick got a drum like an instrument
I recall bullets, but do not remember him
b*tches be trippin' off Instagram
That gets you caught off real quick in an instant man
[Chorus]
These b*tches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that sh*t, so I cut them
b*tches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that sh*t, I just f*ck them
These b*tches be trippin' on nothin'
Can't deal with that sh*t, so I cut them
b*tches just want you to cuff them
Can't deal with that sh*t, I just f*ck them

[Outro]
f*ck