Lil’ Moe 6blocka – Nothin Lyrics | New Today Lyrics

[Intro](Zak on the beat, it’s grown)

[Chorus]Couple bucks on designer, that’s nothin’
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas 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 bitch 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
f*ck all that talkin’, we comin’ to get you
Clear the whole block, guns sound like a missile
Shoot him the shit, just to see what this bitch do
Clear his whole block, guns sound like a missile
I ain’t showin’ no sympathy, a bitch 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 bitch but that bitch keep callin’

Come get your bitch, this bitch be stalkin’
I know I could f*ck but I just be stallin’
I don’t want to f*ck, bitch, 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 bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas 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 bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas 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