Burna Bandz, Tax Hard, SupaWassi - Ain't Nothing Sweet lyrics

Skirr ooh
Everything Everything
You know how i'm rocking Wass gang

Bro said he seen his soul crossover
I brought the Glock 26 Kyle Korver
Get the bag gone never been a hoarder
Grind like my favourite baller
It was Richie Porter
Aye, I'm a bad sport won't pass I'ma score
Fill the dome wit' the
Ridin' that bitch like I stole it
Bus down your block like it's Gordon
Hoppin' out and we approach 'em
He best be prayin'
I'm hopin' these glizzy's gon' burn
Him and toast him and the trap steady open
Dope in the pot look like lotion
Water on me from the ocean
He wanna ball I'ma coach him
We doin' drills wit' no coachin'
She wanna rock all my ice just to post it
All day countin' dirty money man
I ain't even soap it
Niggas they bitches I know this
I keep my savages closest
Try to figure out who's real from who's
Fake like a young nigga got psychosis
If it's one man they
Bring out it's explosives
This ain't the NBA but the
Lil' bitch say I'm chosen
Diamonds they hittin' like Hogan
Fifth strike knock 'em all down like bowling
Mhmm

Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my niggas play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet

Told that lil' bitch ain't shit sweet
When you suck don't use your teeth
Glock 45 don't like neens
Came up trappin' wit' the fiends
I make money in my dreams
And I rock thousand dollar jeans
$100 the cup don't spill my lean
My neck water VV's
Gucci sneaks they cost a G
Take your life just like it's free
Plug on the board like got it neat
Don't look down you in the streets
These niggas ain't shooters they
Aim for knees my wrist icy you can ski
I get the bag and then I leave
Couple bitches say I'm mean
'Cause ain't shit sweet lil' ho'
I get the bag and then I go
Only money convos on this phone
If it ain't racks then get dial tone
Told M Sav to aim for his nose
My niggas doin' time they pose
I got birds in the air they crow's
I got hittas east to west coast

Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my niggas play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet

She a freak she nothin' special
Askin' me don't take it gentle
Bent her over made her tremble
I fold her legs into a pretzel
She beggin' me on her knees
I told her ain't nothin' sweet
Waistline she felt that metal
Head game will make you mental
She fucked me and Burna Bandz
She expectin' couple bands
Yeah right but I sauced it up
Gave her notes still tossed it out
Gave her the boot I tossed her out
She a freak she wanted clout
Take about her man comin' bring him
Through I'll run him down
SupaWassi in the cut, she came
Back and gave it up, ah
Couldn't hold back when she came
And backed it up
She got skill it turned hectic
Ass shakin' she's impressive
Plan B I get my rest in
I beat it up no domestic

Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my niggas play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet