Nonsense Mix lyrics

[Intro]
I tried crack cocaine once (Crack)

[Verse]
Yall some little kids, all yall talk is nonsense
I don't care about yo' girl, yes I been hit
Boy's all talk, I really let the bullets hit-ullets hit-ullets hit
Yall want some bread

[Bridge]
Ain't even sorry (sh*t)
E-Everyone is dead

[Verse]
Yall some little kids− talk is nonsense
−Care about yo' girl, yes I been hit
Yall some little kids, all yall talk is nonsense
I don't care-are− been hit
Boy's all talk, I really let the bullets hit
I walk you down with some brand new Rick's
Money in pocket, yеah, I up dogsh*t
Got a wench, think I pop you with this chopstick-stick
H-Hop on the beat, thеn I really talk my sh*t
I tell yo' b*tch "Come suck my c*ck, b*tch"
j*rk off this Hennessy, you know I'm one to get lit
Got my own style, no, you can't copy this
Put this choppa to yo' face and give you little kiss
40 in the clip, I pop you so fast, I don't miss (Hey!)
On yo' head, I talk my sh*t, then I stack this
Choppa on my side, I call it "Little Sis'"
Trues on, yes, I mix this
I mix it with some black Force's
"You ain't got this" became my favorite
You a little n*gga, I swear you very short-very short-v-very short-short (Hahaha)
f*ck music I-f*ck music I-f*ck music I−
I swear you a dork
I f*ck this bad b*tch, she from New York
f*ck work, I'm scamming n*ggas, yeah
All these n*ggas, that's why you got no money, yeah
I f*cked a bad b*tch−
[Bridge]
Go to the church and ask God to forgive you
Yo this is the funniest sh*t I've seen in my life!

[Verse 2]
sh*t
Money...
Money in my jeans, pack it up to tour
So broke, get my face, yeah
Take this b*tch Pound Town, she likes to play slick
40 in my hand, I pop you so fast
When I burn you so fast, I shoot up the place, yeah
Pull so fast, I make a bloody scene, yeah (This is a dangerous group)
Clean up man, when I hold the choppa, yeah
Dollars in my pocket, yeah, they all green, yeah (Damn!)
You think I'm a nerd, boy, you really don't know me, yeah
This 40 hit yo' face, now you screamin' "ah"