Nothing Left Lyrics by Lil Eazzyy
(Go)
(Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one)
Go, go, go, go
Still cappin’ in this bitch with Danny, on bro (Uh)
Bitch, I need a check (A check)
I got a stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
Bitch, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin’ on X and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet’
Gotta get it all off till there’s ain’t nothing left
I remember when a n**** wasn’t having it, I had a blicky right under my mattress (My mattress )
Uncy taught me how to shoot, I was clappin’ it, fuck around and put a opp in a basket, n**** (Boom)
Talkin’ tough, you ain’t a savage, n**** (You ain’t a savage, n****)
In my hood, I’m established, n****
You say that yo’ n***** be shootin’ shit up, my opinion is you need some practice, n****
Four-door with a Drac’ and a passenger, we finna sweep up yo’ block like the janitor (Skrrt)
Don’t try to get out yo’ character, I seen them n***** beat you on camera (Pussy)
Pop me a Perc’, I got stamina (Stamina)
Pickin’ her up then I’m slammin’ her (I’m slammin’ her)
I remember I ain’t have nothing left in my pocket, I threw twenty grams at her
Bitch, I need a check (A check)
I got a stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
Bitch, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin’ on X and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet’
Gotta get it all off till there’s ain’t nothing left
Bitch, I need a check (A check)
I got a stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
Bitch, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin’ on X and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet’
Gotta get it all off till there’s ain’t nothing left
I need a thick bitch (Thick bitch), one who’ll pass me the stick quick
Dumping it all and we bail out (Baow)
Bro got a switch, bet he hit shit
It’s a KRISS Vec’ on his pistol, it knock him the hell out (Grra)
Harder to trust, lot of n***** be sellouts (Uh)
I gotta head out
Love when the money be calling my phone
I’ma run to the bag till a n**** go check out, uh
Hellcat right off the lot and I’m scratching (Vroom)
She fell in love with my fashion
Lil’ bro send me a plan, I’m blastin’ (I’m blastin’)
Freak bitch givin’ top in a mansion
Ten racks, give her a stack and she active (She active)
She gon’ hit the road when I ask it
Fifth-third gimme a chase and it’s crackin’
What can I say, boy? The money my passion (It’s crackin’)
Bitch, I need a check (A check)
I got a stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
Bitch, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin’ on X and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet’
Gotta get it all off till there’s ain’t nothing left
Bitch, I need a check (A check)
I got a stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
Bitch, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin’ on X and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet’
Gotta get it all off till there’s ain’t nothing left