YSN Flow - Nothing To Cry About lyrics

(Iceberg want a bag, bitch) i don't know her
Yeah, yeah

I fuck 'round and cut everybody
Off for some new bands
Take this worldwide, think that's my new plan
Big drip, rockin' VLONE
But I don't do friends
You know I ain't have no hurt in my heart
But I let you in
I've been tryna focus on gettin' it
Can't let shit get to me
I'ma move away if you
Ain't matchin' my energy
If I pull up with the gang
A hunnid legs like a centipede (yeah)
Bitch, we fifty deep
I'ma save that for all my enemies
And this shit nothin' new
'fore Corona we had our mask up
This shit nothin' new
Police always been tryna flag us
Nobody protectin' the trenches so
We got MAC's tuck

Pedal to the medal, bro, let's turn up
We can't let these niggas pass us
They call, I decline
I'm in my bag to get my bag up
I've been doin' me
But my bitch think I'm doin' bad stuff
Money bigger, I been movin' forward
I can't back up drums inside the show
I know I'm safe so I'ma rock it out
Nigga try to flex up in my face
Might take his pockets out
If I catch a case, I'm
Goin' straight to trial, no
I ain't coppin' out
Used to pay to pop behind the walls
Thank God we poppin' now
I done been through hell and back, I'm numb
It's nothin' to cry about

I need ten for a walkthrough
You ain't used to fuck with me
Don't greet me when I walk through
Losses put me in a hole
But they made me a boss too
Money on my mind
Every move I make a boss move
Said I was with you, I guess times changed
You was playin' mind games
You switched in a minute
Got a new one in that time frame
You rode for a minute
Was there somethin' wrong with my lane?
Ever since the closest did me wrong
Ain't want nobody else around me
Hottest comin' up
Your main bitch love me when she found me
Money on my mind and I
Ain't talkin' 'bout no bounty
One cocked in the head
The way I move around the county

Pedal to the medal, bro, let's turn up
We can't let these niggas pass us
They call, I decline
I'm in my bag to get my bag up
I've been doin' me
But my bitch think I'm doin' bad stuff
Money bigger, I been movin' forward
I can't back up drums inside the show
I know I'm safe so I'ma rock it out
Nigga try to flex up in my face
Might take his pockets out
If I catch a case, I'm
Goin' straight to trial, no
I ain't coppin' out
Used to pay to pop behind the walls
Thank God we poppin' now
I done been through hell and back, I'm numb
It's nothin' to cry about