Nothin Bout Nothin lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G & YTB Fatt]
Woah (G)
I made a quarter million off shows (No cap)
Still gettin' them 'bows (Woah)
I know that's backwards (Backwards)
Forever a trapper (Forever a trapper)
I keep it on me, I forget I'm a rapper, I deal with the bullsh*t after (After)
I won't hesitate to pop me a n*gga, yeah, my lawyer gon' see 'bout a n*gga (See 'bout a n*gga)
Loaf Boyz, all my n*ggas up, these hoes don't know who to f*ck (Uh)
They stuck a knife so deep in a n*gga back, I don't know who to trust (Damn)
I was confused when I woke up (How?)
I done went plain and bust down (AP)
2K for a table at Players (Players), just to have a real n*gga sit-down (Loaf)
I'm in Miami with the vibe, blockin' all slick b*tches that tell lies (Lies)
I done went V-Lac for the summer, you know this truck two hundred (Skrrt)
I just be livin' out all these moments, I can't believe I done it ('Lieve I done it)
I'm on some sh*t bigger than the city, I let you lil' boys run it
I don't know sh*t 'bout murders (Murders)
I just be full of that purple (Full of that drank)
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' (Nah)
I just be countin' this money (Ooh)
Thumbin' through all these hundreds (Hundreds)
n*gga, don't ask me nothin' (Like that)
Don't ask me
n*gga, don't ask
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
[Verse 2: YTB Fatt & BezzalBoyBlacc]
I just made twelve five off a show
I just made five thousand off some lows
I just chopped a ten up with Joe
Got my respect off rappin', sellin' dope
I'm in a Lamb' truck with your ho
Pick up the bows if the rap slow
I'm sippin' dead deal like a flunky, I'm the one pourin' the shots, if you ain't know
I'm the one put this together, regardless
I'm in a big Brabus on a party
I couldn't even fit them hoes in a 'Rari
n*gga better not hit sh*t but his noggin
I made 'em up the cameras at the party
f*cked off a hundred thousand with my posse
Ha, makeup, lace front, hair, nails, toes done, I know she toxic
You ain't gotta ask 'bout me, I'll get you hit
I got my young n*ggas ready to tick
She say, "You actin' like that 'cause you rich"
Her mouth drop when she saw me in my sh*t
You ain't never had blood on your kicks
You ain't never seen a n*gga body twist
On and off camera, I'm poppin' this sh*t
I got like two hundred thousand hid
Uh, uh
Yeah (Woah)
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
[Verse 3: BezzalBoyBlacc]
I don't sh*t 'bout sh*t, don't ask me (Don't ask me)
I ain't tryna love no b*tch, she ratchet
Out in Miami, six foreigns in traffic
n*ggas from the city, they ain't in my bracket
Woah, they ain't know this sh*t was gon' happen
I just made a ten, on God, off rapping
Mini AR, everywhere, shoot rapid
Try me at the show, on ma, I'm crashin'
Woah, twenty-five thousand on a Rollie, b*tch bust
Whole lot of ice in my mouth, sh*t crushed
Ayy, b*tch got away, goddamn, he lucky
Hit him six times, but still, we touched him
I just spent fifteen hundred on a tee
I done went put thirty K on my teeth
I just put a flat-back box on a glee
Glock 29 get to tickin' like G or somethin'
He just be rappin' 'bout murder, he ain't nothin'
n*ggas lil' boys, these n*ggas my sons
We Loaf Boyz, these n*ggas, they crumbs
f*ck sendin' shots, my n*ggas send bombs
b*tch, I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'