Nothin’ To Somethin’* Yung Bans

[Verse]
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These niggas, they broke, ain't gettin' no money
If I go and shoot, 'bout to count a whole hundred
These bitches ain't shit, can't get enough from 'em
My dick in her gut, her tummy
She love the VLONE, this money
Ayy, stickin' together, we one
Ayy, [?], the blunt
Ayy, skrt through the [?]
I can show you how to turn nothin' to somethin', yeah
I can show you how to turn nothin' to somethin'
Geek up, late night blunt
Fuckin' your hoe all in the tummy, yeah
Yeah, these bitches ain't shit, can't get enough from 'em, ooh, yeah
Walkin' around with the chopper, it bust, yeah, yeah
I'm poppin' the Percocet, it bust, hmm, yeah
Up in the strip club throwin' a hundred, uh, yeah, ayy
Young nigga blowin' a bag, huh, young nigga gettin' this cash, ayy
Young nigga get to these racks, hit a lil' hoe from the back
Yeah, I'm [?] by the stack, huh, yeah, I'm [?] by the stack
These niggas, they snitchin', these niggas they come out the sewer
These niggas some rats
I'm walkin' around with that ratchet, the chopper, it's on me, it blast
Lil' nigga, he talkin' that shit, I promise shit gon' get tragic
I promise shit gon' get tragic, I'm stretchin' the money, elastic
I'm stretchin' the money, elastic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Chanel on my glasses, posted up with bad bitch, huh, yeah, huh
I'm gone, ayy