Ain’t sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Cypress
Tuh
It's Mr. Ain't sh*t (Ain't sh*t)
(Mr. Drexthejoint, though)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Let's get one thing clear, y'all never did nothing to Drex, though (Nothin')
I get b*tches, I ain't worried 'bout my ex-ho (Nah)
Ugly-ass b*tch, I only want her for the neck, though (Woo)
Wanna fight? Well, I'ma show you how this TEC blow
Mark-ass n*gga, you better change your name to Marco (Mark)
All gas, somethin' like I'm Arco (Gas)
No drive-bys, better put it up in park, bro
We the reason why you lames don't come out after dark, bro
Chunky-ass 40 for n*ggas that want problems (Problems)
Man, stop bluffin', you ain't really want no drama (No drama)
Been that n*gga, you can even ask my mama (My mama)
All I do is slide and bomb beats like Osama (Woo)

[Verse]
Throw that ass for Drex, b*tch, yеah, throw it back (Throw it back)
A real hotboy, I think I need an ice pack (Woo)
I know y'all made it y'all's, but can't gеt that n*gga back (Uh)
I know n*ggas out to get me, so I never ever lack
I'm so BK, I'm still screamin' f*ck Big Macs
I would've f*cked your b*tch, but my n*ggas been hit that
Stripped down your homie too, better come get his lick back
Get fifteen G's in one day, my n*ggas flip that
Drexthejoint, bro, probably mad I f*cked your main ho (Main ho)
Me and Kray was f*ckin' b*tches like the bang bros (Bang bros)
On your top, hmm, somethin' like a Kangol (Uh, uh)
And J Side is where them faggot n*ggas can't go (Uh)
b*tch-ass n*gga, man, you somethin' like a dyke b*tch (Woo)
She been a bop and you still tryna wife it (Huh)
Who cooked this beat? Huh, that n*gga Cypress (Cypress)
I was with my dogs, yeah, somethin' like a sidekick
[Chorus]
Let's get one thing clear, y'all never did nothing to Drex, though (Nothin')
I get b*tches, I ain't worried 'bout my ex-ho (Nah)
Ugly-ass b*tch, I only want her for the neck, though (Woo)
Wanna fight? Well, I'ma show you how this TEC blow
Mark-ass n*gga, you better change your name to Marco (Mark)
All gas, somethin' like I'm Arco (Gas)
No drive-bys, better put it up in park, bro
We the reason why you lames don't come out after dark, bro
Chunky-ass 40 for n*ggas that want problems (Problems)
Man, stop bluffin', you ain't really want no drama (No drama)
Been that n*gga, you can even ask my mama (My mama)
All I do is slide and bomb beats like Osama (Osama)