Concept Nothing

Ayy, ayy, uh huhAyy, yeah, uhBitch name AlyssaStill, I'm gone with no SwisherShots of rum in the pitcherI take the time, get me richerGot the thot so intactDark from ground to the catMade a bill from the stackThis shit got a pill for the backHit that bitch from the backSay you run with the packMiss my face with that shitYou say that you bring the fuck backSay I'm always so coldTold the story to knowIn the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeahI'm so ashamedDon't run, don't you runThinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gunBurning in the light, from the motherfucking sunMy way's to the stage, don't you never fucking fundNo status, no practiceStay low, never a shit showTakin' stacks for the snowI take your bitch and she knowMovin' fast through the glass, never take itNiggas talk, never walkAnd I come straight back to lacingNab that shit, been deadStill you down your fucking headSeen with stats to the racksI go down with thots in the backDumb ass nigga with the RugerFuck around and pop yaNo, I'm never gonna stop herCut the powerYou a markerTell them my life always down from the crowdNever will I make yo' ass down for the townLayin' on the low, face down in the baySippin' gin, never take facts to the backLet's go down to my nigga'sTell me, bitch, don't sing itTell me shit but that's counterfeitThink I'm dumb 'cause then shit I litMomma said four figuresMake it big, no dealersWalking 'round, no trace of hitTakin' cash from yo' dealer's shitChip slow for the back show 'bout ten mil' in 'LandoPaint shit from thot shit, you call me PicassoNiggas say that I'm wack thoughFuck a bitch in yo' VolvoWhite meat on my plate thoughWhite sheet to my pencilAlready done, fuck you niggas, I'm already doneAlready done, I'm already doneFuck you niggas, I'm already doneNever shit funRun with the gunAnd fuck you niggas, I'm already doneAlready doneNever shit funAlready done, doneCrackhouse sniffin' in the back thoughCoke white shoe, shit make doughNiggas think big, she a plateauCome back in the same brand coatTry me, bitch, if you can thoughFind me slick in a small boatTouch my shit, get cutthroatWalk by swift with the same noteNigga, you's a lieClaim you still the guyI fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tieSaying you should dieLocked up in the skyRestricted to the moves I want to make, I never try