Talkin Bout Nothing

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Ever since I was a youngin up in my grandmommas 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 *******
Droppin my top, Im poppin my trunk
I'm whippin my wheel like I'm whippin my grits
These *******s ain't *******t, these *******s ain't real
These *******s is frauds
Most these haters been cuffing, cru*******ng, loving all on they broads
So I pull up car, slam a do', break a ho down
Run her throat til its sore, pass that ho round
I say hold up, damn KRIT thats ****** up, I know it
They say hold up, damn, KRIT lets 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 ******* wet, she swab the *******
Might have to mop that up
She say what's happenin?, I' m trynna *******
Might have to prop that up
Bop that up, ******* that up
Don't act all shocked, ****** *, 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 *******s ain't talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho
Yall ** *****s ain't talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho
Yall *******s ain't talkin bout nothing
Not a thing , not a-not a thing ho
Yall *******s ain't talkin bout nothing
That I can't do, that you done done that I ain't did
[Verse 2]
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 yall, stressin busses with they feet out
If you ain't suckin or ******, 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
******* wutchu been talkin bout, they couch I put my feet on
Aint no blood for these haters, aint no love for these fakes
I was born in the country, I ain't trippin on a snake
I been fi***** **ng for some *******, all I ever had was bait
If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my bass
[Hook]