Concept Nothing lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, uh huh
Ayy, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
b*tch name Alyssa
Still, I'm gone with no Swisher
Shots of rum in the pitcher
I take the time, get me richer
Got the thoughts so intact
Dark from ground to the cat
Made a bill from a stack
This sh*t got a pill for the back
Hit that b*tch from the back
Say you run with the pack
Miss my face with that sh*t
You say that you bring the f*ck 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
And, yeah, I'm so ashamed, don't run, don't you run
Thinkin' that you'd end this sh*t from excess to the gun
Burnin' in the light, from the motherf*ckin' sun
My way's to the stage, told you never f*ckin' front
No status, no practice, stay low, never sh*t shown
Takin' stacks for the snow, I take yo' b*tch and she know
Movin' fast through the glass, never take it
n*ggas talk, never walk, and I come straight back to lacin'
Nab that sh*t, been dead
Still you down your f*ckin' head
Seen with stats to the racks
I go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass n*gga with the Ruger
f*ck 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' ass 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*gga’s
Tell me, b*tch, don't sing it
Tell me sh*t but that's counterfeit
Think I'm dumb 'cause that sh*t I lit
Momma said four figures
Make it big, no dealers
Walkin' 'round, no trace of hit
Takin' cash from yo' dealer's sh*t
Chip slow for the back show 'bout ten mill' in 'Lando
Paint sh*t from thot sh*t, you call me Picasso
n*ggas say that I'm wack though
f*ck a b*tch in yo' Volvo
White meat on my plate though
White sheet to my pencil
[Chorus]
Already done
f*ck you n*ggas, I'm already done
Already done, I'm already done
f*ck you n*ggas, I'm already done
Never sh*t fun, run with the gun
And f*ck you n*ggas, I'm already done
Already done, never sh*t fun
Already done, done

[Verse 2]
Crackhouse, sniffin' in the back though
Coke white shoe, sh*t make dough
n*ggas think big, she a plateau
Come back in the same brand coat
Try me, b*tch, if you can though
Find me slick in a small boat
Touch my sh*t, get cutthroat
Walk by swift with the same note
n*gga, you's a lie, claim you still the guy
I f*ck you up so quick and take your motherf*ckin' tie
Sayin' you should die, locked up in the sky
Restricted to the moves I want to make, I never try