Krept - Ain't on Nuttin' (Krept Remix) lyrics

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Krept - Ain't on Nuttin' (Krept Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Yungen & Sneakbo] Yeah, you say you're all this, and all that But you ain't all that Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat Yeah, she ain't on that My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' [Verse 1: Krept] You see tonight, we're getting cake, hip hooray Balled out till there's nuttin' left to pay If one of my dargs brings the mac on in Have your soul goin' up on a Tuesday Ask the Heath 'bout pistol paws g My gonns got pepper, try a**ault me Talk black call that Stormzy (They're not around no more, fam it's all peak) f** your gal and she don't even like plaits Cah I'm gettin' dough, I'm who the gal wan' trap She want my DNA, I dunno about that (Wait what?) DNA. Dunno about that Show in Neverland, smoking polish Flex with my chain in Dam, call that Jules Holland I got a few tings 'round Clapham Guess we got a few tings in Common Golden Boy, muj got a block in So much weight, feds tryna spot 'im f** your stack, spend it on shoppin' Now I'm tryna find a location I can put a shop in I'm sick of you dead rappers, I'll murder 'em I'm f**ing fed up, Ferguson Riots n***a, my squad's shining n***a 'Bout fifty n***as hitting notes that's a choir n***a Old school Krept talent, quite psychotic Teacher said I failed to be quite honest Now I'm probably her highest paid pupil (Pause) How ironic! Couple n***as go broke, where ya gwop g? You stop ballin'? You ain't Henry Top of this rap ting, somebody stop me Got her on her knees, giving brain, she's co*kney UK's finest, no buts, no iftcha Rap? Man wins that. Grime, we can spin that Features, k**ed that. Acoustics, ripped that R 'n' B, pop tunes, I'll spin a f**ing rock tune Club tunes ma**ive, freestyle's cla**ics Bare rappers only good at one thing, that's it Raves, festival, TV, rep them all Boy better know about you rappers? I'm sceptical Lyrics like bullets, pull the gun on ya Ghost from a slug, now that's what I call a bugaboo Untouchable, watch the greatest do it Tryna get M's g, like Maybach Music