Night Lovell - Concept Nothing
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, uh huh
Ayy, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Bitch name Alyssa
Still, I'm gone with no Swisher
Shots of rum in the pitcher
I take the time, get me richer
Got the thoughts so intact
Dark from ground to the cat
Made a bill from a stack
This shit got a pill for the back
Hit that bitch from the back
Say you run with the pack
Miss my face with that shit
You say that you bring the fuck back
Say I'm always so cold, told the story to know
In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold
And, yeah, I'm so ashamed, don't run, don't you run
Thinkin' that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun
Burnin' in the light, from the motherfuckin' sun
My way's to the stage, told you never fuckin' front
No status, no practice, stay low, never shit shown
Takin' stacks for the snow, I take yo' bitch and she know
Movin' fast through the glass, never take it
Niggas talk, never walk, and I come straight back to lacin'
Nab that shit, been dead
Still you down your fuckin' head
Seen with stats to the racks
I go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass nigga with the Ruger
Fuck around and pop ya
No, I'm never gonna stop her
Cut the power, you a marker
Tell them my life, always down from the crowd
Never will I make yo' ass down for the town
Layin' on the low, face down in the bay
Sippin' gin, never take facts to the back
Let's go down to my nigga’s
Tell me, bitch, don't sing it
Tell me shit but that's counterfeit
Think I'm dumb 'cause that shit I lit
Momma said four figures
Make it big, no dealers
Walkin' 'round, no trace of hit
Takin' cash from yo' dealer's shit
Chip slow for the back show 'bout ten mill' in 'Lando
Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso
Niggas say that I'm wack though
Fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo
White meat on my plate though
White sheet to my pencil
[Chorus]
Already done
Fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Already done, I'm already done
Fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Never shit fun, run with the gun
And fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Already done, never shit fun
Already done, done
[Verse 2]
Crackhouse, sniffin' in the back though
Coke white shoe, shit make dough
Niggas think big, she a plateau
Come back in the same brand coat
Try me, bitch, if you can though
Find me slick in a small boat
Touch my shit, get cutthroat
Walk by swift with the same note
Nigga, you's a lie, claim you still the guy
I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfuckin' tie
Sayin' you should die, locked up in the sky
Restricted to the moves I want to make, I never try
Ayy, ayy, uh huh
Ayy, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Bitch name Alyssa
Still, I'm gone with no Swisher
Shots of rum in the pitcher
I take the time, get me richer
Got the thoughts so intact
Dark from ground to the cat
Made a bill from a stack
This shit got a pill for the back
Hit that bitch from the back
Say you run with the pack
Miss my face with that shit
You say that you bring the fuck back
Say I'm always so cold, told the story to know
In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold
And, yeah, I'm so ashamed, don't run, don't you run
Thinkin' that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun
Burnin' in the light, from the motherfuckin' sun
My way's to the stage, told you never fuckin' front
No status, no practice, stay low, never shit shown
Takin' stacks for the snow, I take yo' bitch and she know
Movin' fast through the glass, never take it
Niggas talk, never walk, and I come straight back to lacin'
Nab that shit, been dead
Still you down your fuckin' head
Seen with stats to the racks
I go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass nigga with the Ruger
Fuck around and pop ya
No, I'm never gonna stop her
Cut the power, you a marker
Tell them my life, always down from the crowd
Never will I make yo' ass down for the town
Layin' on the low, face down in the bay
Sippin' gin, never take facts to the back
Let's go down to my nigga’s
Tell me, bitch, don't sing it
Tell me shit but that's counterfeit
Think I'm dumb 'cause that shit I lit
Momma said four figures
Make it big, no dealers
Walkin' 'round, no trace of hit
Takin' cash from yo' dealer's shit
Chip slow for the back show 'bout ten mill' in 'Lando
Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso
Niggas say that I'm wack though
Fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo
White meat on my plate though
White sheet to my pencil
[Chorus]
Already done
Fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Already done, I'm already done
Fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Never shit fun, run with the gun
And fuck you niggas, I'm already done
Already done, never shit fun
Already done, done
[Verse 2]
Crackhouse, sniffin' in the back though
Coke white shoe, shit make dough
Niggas think big, she a plateau
Come back in the same brand coat
Try me, bitch, if you can though
Find me slick in a small boat
Touch my shit, get cutthroat
Walk by swift with the same note
Nigga, you's a lie, claim you still the guy
I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfuckin' tie
Sayin' you should die, locked up in the sky
Restricted to the moves I want to make, I never try
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