Big Scoob, P. Mason , The Popper - Nuthin' lyrics

[Big Scoob, P. Mason , The Popper - Nuthin' lyrics]

Can't tell me jack shit
I'm on point, like a long nedal cactus
Nigga, fuck how you backfllip
To every single solitary nigga
That you traps with
I clutch my tin and tack shit
Mad cause you ain't got
Any downloads on DatPif
Flush you, hustle too slow
Hardly see your new shoes
Never seen your new clothes
I'm too smooth, too cold
Can't wait till the money up in the new Roles
Na, I only need a Jaguar
And a couple interviews with Nardwuar
Canada, here I come
So happy mama didn't see me die young
Chop MCs, dice 'm
Take it like a sore thumb, I'm not one

La, la, la la Wait 'til I
Get my money right La, la, la la Then
You can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me
Was you saying something? Uh uh, you can't
Tell me nothing You can't tell
Me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

A nigga can't tell me shit
I got a plug, he asian, and he sell me bricks
4 more suckers like D-Bo
Mob on site, take a nigga stash like we know
The lil niggas caught me slippin
So now i'm laying niggas down, trippin
Watch your mouth if you flippin
The streets listen and them boys snitchen
They'll have your ass missing
One slip up, I twist him
It's so hard to be couragious
When they locking up grown men in cages
No matter if you win all, or lose one
If your right hands are red, you're done
I'm a fool like Big Scoob
And against them, I'm that dude

La, la, la la Wait 'til I
Get my money right La, la, la la Then
You can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me
Was you saying something? Uh uh, you can't
Tell me nothing You can't tell
Me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Far from perfect, still got a ways to go
Said I know for this cake
And Imma make my doe
Couldn't tell me nothing from day 1
When I hit the dope
So what you thinking? You can tell
Me now that I don't know?
Egotistical, arrogant, a monster nigga
That's why I took this track from Kanye
To stop you niggas
Bout to turn this rap game into my playground
Have these pussys up and
Running like some grayhounds
Fuck beef, we start beef so we can eat
Bring heat, I'll feast on
These niggas rhymes, see
Know me, I'm just hunting for a way to eat
Beating beats, gutter heat
Tryna feed the streets greedy nigga
Heard they eating off this rap thing
So damb right
It's only right I come back again
Stop acting hard, let down your guard
Fuck who you are made a plate, had a taste
Now I'm wanting more

La, la, la la Wait 'til I
Get my money right La, la, la la Then
You can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me
Was you saying something? Uh uh, you can't
Tell me nothing You can't tell
Me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Dope Talk Vol 2 i sware to fucking god when
I get my money right
You won't be able to tell me nothing
Let's get it man big Scoob
Paul Mason and The Popper
I sware when I get my money right I'll live
And I mean this kali baby
In the building dope Talk Vol 2
This Kanzis City right here

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