Nothing Into Something lyrics

[Intro]
(We got all the beef)
(Yeah yeah)
Okay, big tello
Yeah
Donafizzo
Big grape
Know what the f*ck going on, uh huh
Gang sh*t no lame sh*t, uh huh, illuminati
Gotta go get it, n*gga, even if you got it
Go get the money, n*gga, you can never be too sure
f*ck you talking 'bout
Long live Flippa n*gga, Paper Route business
f*ck you talking 'bout, let's go

[Verse 1]
13, jumped up off the porch, and started selling weed
At 16, met a plug, now I'm the one that got them P's
Got my whole hood on my back, I tat that sh*t twice on my sleeve
I'm the realest on my block, and b*tch, that's how big grape gon' leave, uh
Pull up, purple Rover, park that b*tch up in the bottom
Hop out of that b*tch, like 4, 5 deep, my lil' one strapped with choppas (Gang)
Heard my opps be mad as f*ck, so what? no they can't stop us
Swear, what you just spent on your car, I went and put that 'round my collar
I got water on water on water, see a bankroll, all hundreds, no dollars
Young n*gga still trappin', bankroll getting taller
Tryna keep up with the grape, n*gga, probably gettin' smaller
Pockets on fat, you can tell by the way I'm walking
Keep a thing on my hip, better watch how you talking
Tell the man, tell the boy come down, big n*gga try me, I'm firing
[Chorus]
I'm a trappin' ass n*gga, I got rich off selling chronic
I'm self made n*gga, ain't nobody gave me nothing
I swear big bro, always told me, f*ck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something

[Verse 2]
I started with a Q, P, I'm pumping straight gas (Stupid strong)
Ran my bread up in the trap, and moved up to a half
My uncle laughed at me, said my hustle wasn't gon' last (f*ck that n*gga)
Couple months flew by, and I was servin' n*ggas bags (Yeah)
This rap sh*t got me lit, but I swear trappin' made it happen (Trap)
Hard to f*ck with rappers, cause most of these n*ggas cappin' (Cappin')
Back when I was broke, swear I did nothing, but flip and stash sh*t (Dope boy)
I seen my first 50 and since then, hustlin' been my passion (Uh)
Left my grandma's house, jumped in the streets, I know she hate it (Sorry)
I jumped off the porch head first, wasn't nobody to save me
Can't wait to go get it, you'll be broke, tryna be patient
No love up in these streets, but I love the streets because they made me

[Chorus]
I'm a trappin' ass n*gga, I got rich off selling chronic
I'm self made n*gga, ain't nobody gave me nothing
I swear big bro, always told me, f*ck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something (On God, straight up)

[Outro]
We ain't going back and forth no more man
We ain't going back to that no more, we up now
All the way up there, n*gga
Paper Route business
f*ck you talking 'bout?
Gang