Aint On Nuttin by Yungen Lyrics
[Verse 1: Sneakbo]
You see tonight, I'm on a one-night stand
Big anaconda in my pants
I know her and I know she got a man
Man a take a man's gyal and bang, bang, bang
Oh shit, niggas ain't really on nuttin'
When they see me, man, they don't say nuttin'
Hella vex, no talk, no discussion
Back it out, clap it out, make him start body poppin'
I'm bussin', told my nigga Kizzle why I love him
See the police, I dodge em
Big back Russian, tell a little nigga get it poppin'
Little niggas really tryna off em, bitch, I ain't been signed
But I'm getting shows every night
Bricky boy booked in Dubai, I've been up all night
Rich, that's how I'm gonna die
I ain't tryna die like you broke guys
Fuck them all, please get rid of them all
Pull up in the whip, don't stall
Private call? Fuck that private call
If I don't answer to that no more
I'll be in the X6 with my wet chick, she the bestest
Hitting fuckrie bruddas, see me on the guest list
Pretty little thing, nothing like Alexis
But she's my man's gyal so I had to sex it
[Chorus: Yungen & Sneakbo]
Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that
But you ain't on nuttin'
Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat
Yeah, she ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
[Verse 2: Yungen]
You see tonight, man's on that old school shit
Circle round in an old school whip
No venting, like this cannon's gotta clip
You better run, get your olders if man's on your strip
No games, you're just a prick
Your kid's broke, how you talking 'bout sticks?
You know nuttin', how you talking 'bout snitch?
I've been about from Bloodset days, ask Grips, like
Who's real? Man's real
'05, man was out in the field
Grown up now, I pay my mum's bills
You fake trap stars don't give your mum a penny, man, chill chill chill
Talking 'bout you runs this strip
Like this lighty didn't fuck his bitch
Met her in July, flew her out in August
She gonna tell you that she loved this shit
Whipping chains like a nigga been Django
Cutting through, I see Wilf in the Lambo
I used to link Ruby, I think her man know
Try letting Ruby con me and watch her man go
Don't say a word, pussy, you're a nerd
My boy 'Toine's home but still tryna dodge the bird
New Benz coming and it's gonna be my third, man
And I ain't even seen my 23rd
[Chorus: Yungen & Sneakbo]
Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that
But you ain't on nuttin'
Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat
Yeah, she ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
You see tonight, I'm on a one-night stand
Big anaconda in my pants
I know her and I know she got a man
Man a take a man's gyal and bang, bang, bang
Oh shit, niggas ain't really on nuttin'
When they see me, man, they don't say nuttin'
Hella vex, no talk, no discussion
Back it out, clap it out, make him start body poppin'
I'm bussin', told my nigga Kizzle why I love him
See the police, I dodge em
Big back Russian, tell a little nigga get it poppin'
Little niggas really tryna off em, bitch, I ain't been signed
But I'm getting shows every night
Bricky boy booked in Dubai, I've been up all night
Rich, that's how I'm gonna die
I ain't tryna die like you broke guys
Fuck them all, please get rid of them all
Pull up in the whip, don't stall
Private call? Fuck that private call
If I don't answer to that no more
I'll be in the X6 with my wet chick, she the bestest
Hitting fuckrie bruddas, see me on the guest list
Pretty little thing, nothing like Alexis
But she's my man's gyal so I had to sex it
[Chorus: Yungen & Sneakbo]
Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that
But you ain't on nuttin'
Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat
Yeah, she ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
[Verse 2: Yungen]
You see tonight, man's on that old school shit
Circle round in an old school whip
No venting, like this cannon's gotta clip
You better run, get your olders if man's on your strip
No games, you're just a prick
Your kid's broke, how you talking 'bout sticks?
You know nuttin', how you talking 'bout snitch?
I've been about from Bloodset days, ask Grips, like
Who's real? Man's real
'05, man was out in the field
Grown up now, I pay my mum's bills
You fake trap stars don't give your mum a penny, man, chill chill chill
Talking 'bout you runs this strip
Like this lighty didn't fuck his bitch
Met her in July, flew her out in August
She gonna tell you that she loved this shit
Whipping chains like a nigga been Django
Cutting through, I see Wilf in the Lambo
I used to link Ruby, I think her man know
Try letting Ruby con me and watch her man go
Don't say a word, pussy, you're a nerd
My boy 'Toine's home but still tryna dodge the bird
New Benz coming and it's gonna be my third, man
And I ain't even seen my 23rd
[Chorus: Yungen & Sneakbo]
Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that
But you ain't on nuttin'
Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat
Yeah, she ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'