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on nothing - yung sak runners & krispylife lyrics

[intro]
in this b*tch high as f*ck
lost my marbles in this b*tch
these n*ggas not on anything

[chorus]
we them n*ggas, we stuntin’
all my n*ggas grew up thuggin’
these n*ggas not on nothin’
really got it out the mud, no frontin’
we them n*ggas, we stuntin’
all my n*ggas grew up thuggin’
these n*ggas not on nothin’
really got it out the mud, no frontin’
[verse 1]
yeah, this that sl!ck talk
eeny, meeny, miny, moe a n*gga, get you picked off
how you ball and you ain’t go to practice? got you kicked off
you heard that i f*cked your bm, got you p*ssed off
d*mn, in a big loft
i been dream chasin’, i’m a boss, but i ain’t rick ross
you can work for me, clean my shoes, make sure my sh*t gloss
p*ssy n*ggas talkin’ down on gabe, got me ticked off

[verse 2]
i’m goin’ apesh*t in this bape sh*t
gettin’ money my morning, night, and day shift
n*ggas claim they jackboys, but never take sh*t
ayy, here go a k clip, n*gga, take this
i remember down on my knuckles, had to take trips
take risks to wear all this designer sh*t
yeah, i can’t even pr*nounce this sh*t
but it cost some strips, yeah, i’m on that tip

[verse 3]
know i’m on go when it come to make me richer
dee servin’ fiends, givin’ pitbull dinners
hit a b*tch from the back, i’ma make her thicker
give her demon d*ck, prayin’ that i don’t k!ll her
all my n*ggas keep tools like they bob the builder
7.62 shred, make it rip your liver
take you to the lake, dump your ass in the river
n*ggas lyin’ in they raps, y’all n*ggas pretenders
[verse 4]
if they ain’t comin’ outside, then we comin’ in
if she ain’t tryna f*ck me, i f*ck her best friend
p on the eastside, i’m on the west end
i need five for a feature, nothin’ less than
if you need a qp, call my net10
that n*gga speak down on gabe, got a death wish
all my n*ggas one hundred like a k clip
give a n*gga faceshot like i maced him

[verse 5]
b*tch, you over eighteen? come make this easy money
this a jugg, we get iphones for easy hundreds
said you slid down on us, can’t believe you frontin’
n*ggas rather go to jail ’cause they don’t believe in punches
i came back broke as h*ll, i turned it into somethin’
we send a n*gga to the grave, we don’t do concussions
just bought a glock, dare a n*gga try to take it from me
twenty minutes, to be continued, ambulance comin’

[verse 6]
n*ggas always talkin’ scams, but never gon’ hit
your b*tch scream, “freaky rich,” when she slob on the d*ck
your hood mad we slid down and rocked your sh*t
lil p in the cut and i bet he won’t miss
[verse 7]
we was made for this sh*t like the jackson 5
f*ck a chain, wearin’ my phone up in style now
it only take a couple flips to make a thou*wow
i got a b*tch that go crazy, call her ball mouth
ain’t gotta put it on the scale, my eyeb*lls out
after this load, i’ma f*ck around and cop a pound
heard n*ggas on my head, well, tell ’em slide down
i be cane with the k, so i’m calm now

- yung sak runners krispylife lyrics

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