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' dealership
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