IamSu! - Nothing Much lyrics

West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much

Real nigga I think I'm the definition
Listen to my old head he
Said that success is repetition
Bitch I made like thirty racks
Before I receive some recognition
And I put on for the bay I
Need a key to every city
Got a style for every bump on you
Sh-Sh-Shit on everything so pray that I
Don't take a dump on you
Gave these niggas style my Instagram
Should be for pay-per view
Associate with yall I really
Think I'm incapable
Do my shit like the Geisha's do
Understand, get a grip on what I'm saying
If I show up then they paying
Never hold my stage vacant
On some real shit
Never bring a new chick where you staying
I go harder than a bitch
Yeah my flow on Super Saiyan
And it's HBK the gang
Th-th-these niggas ain't in my lane
Fu-Fu-Fuck a piece bruh I
Want the whole thing
D-D-Dot Com bitch check the domain
I'm wild as hell, I got style as well
I got beats for sale and I'm working
I I 'm in the gut like a surgeon
So tell these niggas it's curtains (Aye)

West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much

Six footer, fuck the TJ hooker
My girl a looker
And what I spit is coke cooked up
P-Paper chasing
I hustle trying to stack a book up
And you might see me in the sky
If you decide to look up
M-My teams straight, my money in a briefcase
Her ass puffy, I told her get a cheesecake
My bread scruffy, I never get a clean shave
Cause where I'm from it's extra
Extra grimy these days
Go-Go-Gold grilling feelings something
Like a million bitches told me I was ugly it
Ain't ever hurt my feelings
Cause they all on the dick
I go harder than a bitch
And I'm p-pulling c-c-cash out like
Credit cards don't exist
And I'm ready for whatever
So tell whatever be prepared
I'm never tripping
If you want the bitch then we can share
T T Turn the bass up let
Them hear the speakers blare
I want the thrown so you gonna
Have to give me the chair

West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up whole world gonna love us
Finna fuck this club up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
Everyday that's nothing much
West side, dubs up
Everyday that's nothing much