Out Nothing Songtext

I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, hmm
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch get money

I'ma tell you once, I ain't stuntin'
I'ma make the bitch out nothin'
I like the way that she dress and she nod
And she turn me up, when she part of the booth
She got the drop, got 'em dropped
I was puttin' my faith in that bitch and she got me to you
She the one bought me the mop
And I gave it to youngin, I told 'em just for to "go shoot"
Fuck every nigga that's in it
Just hit it, and hit it, like fuck it, and tear up the room
He got the static, that boom
I got the bitch and she drinkin' on red
I got the bitch on boom, makin' it boom, other side of the stu'
Youngin my gunner, he know what he do Shorty my shorty, I tell her "Come through"
Body five star, leave that bitch in the room
I gotta nother set that's comin' through
She want a Percocet, put her on two
Xanax ain't workin', yeah, I want K2
I go to war 'bout that bitch, I'll do
Pull up, jump out with that stick and I shoot
Go to war about my bitch, sneak out 'bout my wifey
I flood her, she like it, keep her out clothes

I'ma get the bitch on drugs, hmm
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the clubs
I go to war with that bitch, what it do?
I'ma get the bitch on mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the clubs
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch get money

I go to war about my bitch
I made sure her wrist like mine, yeah
I've just been sittin' time and time and
Like should I just leave or show my hand?

I'ma get the bitch on drugs, hmm
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, hmm
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch to get money
Know that I'ma tell that ho' one time
I'ma make the bitch off nothin'