Lil Moe 6Blocka - Nothin lyrics

[Intro] (Zak on the beat, it's grown) [Chorus] Couple bucks on designer, that's nothin' Your b*tch on my dick and she su*kin', she fu*kin' for nothin' Please, don't run up on me, boy, I'm dumpin' You ni**as be frontin', y’all broke, y’all lookin' for nothin' We got Drac's, the clip hold a hundred He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin' I'm like, "Where is he goin'? Why he runnin'?" I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred [Verse] Riding with scrappers, we bendin' that whip If it ain't tinted, you know I ain't gettin' up in it Glock .29, that b*tch a milli', the clip hold fifty I let off a drum in a minute I send a hit then they comin' to blitz you Only official and outstandin' members We at your door like the first of the rent due fu*k all that talkin', we comin' to get you Clear the whole block, guns sound like a missile Shoot him the sh*t, just to see what this b*tch do Clear his whole block, guns sound like a missile I ain't showin' no sympathy, a b*tch get blicked too Pull up with Hulk, hop out then hawk 'em FN bullets, blue tips white chalk 'em We clear the whole block, we ain't doin' no talkin' We ain't  shootin' out windows, we hoppin' out walkin' I don't want that b*tch but that b*tch keep callin' Come get your b*tch, this b*tch be stalkin' I know I could fu*k but I just be stallin' I don't want to fu*k, b*tch, you weak I took his pipe, tell him come get his pipe back Riskin' your life, I don't think that he like that I took his pipe, tell him come get his pipe back Riskin' your life, I don't think that he like that [Chorus] Couple bucks on designer, that's nothin' Your b*tch on my dick and she su*kin', she fu*kin' for nothin' Please, don't run up on me, boy, I'm dumpin' You ni**as be frontin', y’all broke, y’all lookin' for nothin' We got Drac's, the clip hold a hundred He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin' I'm like, "Where is he goin'? Why he runnin'?" I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred Couple bucks on designer, that's nothin' Your b*tch on my dick and she su*kin', she fu*kin' for nothin' Please, don't run up on me, boy, I'm dumpin' You ni**as be frontin', y’all broke, y’all lookin' for nothin' We got Drac's, the clip hold a hundred He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin' I'm like, "Where is he goin'? Why he runnin'?" I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred