Talkin Bout Nothing-Rasheeda

Ever since I was a youngin' up in my grandmomma's house Watchin "The Mack", reciting it back, like, "Boy what you talkin' 'bout" Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick Trynna get rich off in this b**ch Droppin' my top, I'm poppin my trunk I’m whippin' my wheel like I’m whippin' my grits These niggas ain’t sh*t, these niggas ain’t real These niggas is frauds Most these haters been cuffing, crushing, loving all on they broads So I pull up car, slam a do’, break a ho down Run her throat 'til it's sore, pass that ho 'round I say hold up, damn KRIT that's f**ked up, I know it They say hold up, damn, KRIT let's pour up, I four it I’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you? So much bass when I pop my tape Can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too? I got this here, I got this here Might have to chop that up Her p**sy wet, she swab the dick Might have to mop that up She say what’s happenin'?, I’m trynna f**k Might have to prop that up Bop that up, cock that up Don’t act all shocked, b**ch, slop that up [Hook] I need that I want that I’m 'bout that What’s happenin? I seen that I bought that I own that I’m snappin' Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing That I can’t do, that you done done that I ain’t did Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, ain’t into that Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, I give her back Cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the VI Ain’t like I be askin' for attention when I be out So much tint that I can’t see y'all, stressin' busses with they feet out If you ain’t suckin' or f**kin', well, you should keep out Shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by She ain’t gotta beg, if she lookin' I can see Right on they V I drop yo tea top, haters tend to leave out The bottles servin', poppin', shawty look at all that we got Look at all that we on, tell them bloggers be gone F**k wutchu been talkin bout, they couch I put my feet on Ain't no blood for these haters, ain't no love for these fakes I was born in the country, I ain’t trippin on a snake I been fishing for some b**ches, all I ever had was bait If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my bass [Hook]