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letra de on nothing - yung sak runners & krispylife

[intro]
in this b-tch high as f-ck
lost my marbles in this b-tch
these n-ggas not on anything

[chorus]
we them n-ggas, we stuntin’
all my n-ggas grew up thuggin’
these n-ggas not on nothin’
really got it out the mud, no frontin’
we them n-ggas, we stuntin’
all my n-ggas grew up thuggin’
these n-ggas not on nothin’
really got it out the mud, no frontin’
[verse 1]
yeah, this that sl!ck talk
eeny, meeny, miny, moe a n-gga, get you picked off
how you ball and you ain’t go to practice? got you kicked off
you heard that i f-cked your bm, got you p-ssed off
d-mn, in a big loft
i been dream chasin’, i’m a boss, but i ain’t rick ross
you can work for me, clean my shoes, make sure my sh-t gloss
p-ssy n-ggas talkin’ down on gabe, got me ticked off

[verse 2]
i’m goin’ apesh-t in this bape sh-t
gettin’ money my morning, night, and day shift
n-ggas claim they jackboys, but never take sh-t
ayy, here go a k clip, n-gga, take this
i remember down on my knuckles, had to take trips
take risks to wear all this designer sh-t
yeah, i can’t even pr-nounce this sh-t
but it cost some strips, yeah, i’m on that tip

[verse 3]
know i’m on go when it come to make me richer
dee servin’ fiends, givin’ pitbull dinners
hit a b-tch from the back, i’ma make her thicker
give her demon d-ck, prayin’ that i don’t k!ll her
all my n-ggas keep tools like they bob the builder
7.62 shred, make it rip your liver
take you to the lake, dump your ass in the river
n-ggas lyin’ in they raps, y’all n-ggas pretenders
[verse 4]
if they ain’t comin’ outside, then we comin’ in
if she ain’t tryna f-ck me, i f-ck her best friend
p on the eastside, i’m on the west end
i need five for a feature, nothin’ less than
if you need a qp, call my net10
that n-gga speak down on gabe, got a death wish
all my n-ggas one hundred like a k clip
give a n-gga faceshot like i maced him

[verse 5]
b-tch, you over eighteen? come make this easy money
this a jugg, we get iphones for easy hundreds
said you slid down on us, can’t believe you frontin’
n-ggas rather go to jail ’cause they don’t believe in punches
i came back broke as h-ll, i turned it into somethin’
we send a n-gga to the grave, we don’t do concussions
just bought a glock, dare a n-gga try to take it from me
twenty minutes, to be continued, ambulance comin’

[verse 6]
n-ggas always talkin’ scams, but never gon’ hit
your b-tch scream, “freaky rich,” when she slob on the d-ck
your hood mad we slid down and rocked your sh-t
lil p in the cut and i bet he won’t miss
[verse 7]
we was made for this sh-t like the jackson 5
f-ck a chain, wearin’ my phone up in style now
it only take a couple flips to make a thou-wow
i got a b-tch that go crazy, call her ball mouth
ain’t gotta put it on the scale, my eyeb-lls out
after this load, i’ma f-ck around and cop a pound
heard n-ggas on my head, well, tell ’em slide down
i be cane with the k, so i’m calm now

- yung sak runners krispylife

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