Ain’t Much Going On Kur

[Intro]
God keep it comin'
I'm back in my bag, so fuck 'em
Real talk
Hundo want some shit now

[Verse 1]
I used to reach out to niggas
They ain't hit me back, so fuck 'em
I got more heat than these niggas
I'm back in my bag, it's nothing (Come on now)
Know I'm more street than these niggas
And fuck no, I don't wanna meet with these niggas (Yeah)
No, I ain't seekin' attention
And I don't jump on niggas' dicks to get mentioned
(Yeah, let's do it)
Lotta these bitches dependent
They want you to work for 'em while they go spend it
Huh, but I ain't on that, bitch
So get off your ass and get you a bag, bitch
Fuck all that sad shit
I'm back on my one-twenty-five 'bout some bag shit
I'm tryna clown more
Niggas, they pullin' me down on that crab shit
Start it, ain't have shit
Now I'd be in and I'm wantin' to grab shit
Fuckin' the past shit
Let's talk about now, let's talk about stats, bitch (Okay)
Tired of this rap shit
Well, fuck it, I learn how to adapt (Okay)
Servin' my weed, my dawg was pitchin' his crack
We deep and more likely strapped
We in the minivan, tenant was pullin' up
Right where you at, we right where you at
Parked, and I'm playin' the phone
I end it, right in the red (I'm right in the red)
Wasn't the heat of my phone
So meet him, he right on ‘Fayette
(And you know I was there)
Do all this shit from the heart
So, nigga, I'm gon' get blessed (Okay)