For Nothin

For Nothin Lyrics

Yeah, look!
I don't wanna shoot him for nothing (Huh, yeah)
All of my shooters is hunting, yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him don't worry
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'? Look!
If it's a witness, I don't shoot him I'll snuff him
f**k you think a nigga stupid or something?

The way I was brought up
We don't like when that nigga get toured up
He a rapper, we shoot up his tour bus
He saw a bullet before he even saw us, look!

The niggas all talk
I thought they was all tough, huh?
I keep on telling my b**ches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff

They say I'm big and ready
I feel like I'm getting bigger
That b**ch is lying, I didn't hit her
If the ops start dying, I get the hit up
I still gon hit a nigga
Don't mistake me for a different nigga

If I tell them to work, they gon clip a nigga
If I take me a perc, I forget the nigga
If I take him to work then I flip a nigga
If he acting annoying, I ate the nigga
If I go cut him off if I don't miss the nigga
And you better not ever be with the nigga

That's what I'm made for, huh?
Saving the day with no cape on
She in this b**ch with the lace on, huh?
I see an opp', he get banged on, huh?
I'm only showing my face
I be in and out, I don't stay long, huh! Look!

All of the verses they heard was fire
I came in the game, getting my Drake on
They hear my sh*t and put that face on
(They hear my sh*t and put that face on)

Yeah, look!
I don't wanna shoot him for nothing (Huh, yeah!)
All of my shooters is hunting, yeah
He act like an opp if I tell him don't worry
He'll die from the move of a button
We was cool when I was broke
Why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'? look!
If it's a witness, I don't shoot him I'll snuff him
f**k you think a nigga stupid or something?

The way I was brought up
We don't like when that nigga get toured up
He a rapper, we shoot up his tour bus
He saw a bullet before he even saw us

Look! The niggas all talk
I thought they was all tough, huh?
I keep on telling my b**ches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff