Lyrics AINT NOTHIN - Terror Reid

AINT NOTHIN

We off our meds and flicking fools like cigarettes
What’s next?
Ain’t got a plan, man, what you thinking?
(I don’t know)
I’m in the back and my pockets still stinking
From the endo I got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop but I might get popped
And yo, I never been played by your bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop and get the crotch rot, who’d have thought?
With one word, I got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock like I’m throwing seeds in a lot
Anyway, moving on
I come up with this shit so quick, you gonna wanna put a helmet on
'Cause at the crack of dawn I’ll be on your lawn
Dropping all packages like the UNABOM
I’m blowing up your crib and the fishes out the pond
I so you can see me when I tug her thong
In hindsight, it’s probably wrong (yeah), hope you got the mic?
Yeah, that’s right, now sing along (yeah)
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing but a real thing baby
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing, finna do it my way
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gotta do?
Ain’t shit, I’m finna spend my chips
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing, 'less you go that way
(Ay yo) «Reid, what the fuck, where you been?»
(What the fuck?)
I been chilling, honed in with a paper and a pen again
for you and your friends
'Cause I’m serving up game like a benny in a Bennigan’s
I’m here to win but you already knew (but you already knew)
Still the same old thing so go ahead, hide your boo
'Cause the new school dude finna swoop
You ain’t have a clue what I’m really 'boutta do
I take your chick, man, I’m a chaser
The real slick, world-class breaker
She want the dick but I can’t shake it (I can’t shake it)
The trouble-making rap game undertaker (undertaker)
Yeah, it’s like this (woop), but it ain’t like that (nah)
I’m drinking Crown by the fifth in the Cadillac, pulling back
Triple six snapping out the pack, where the act at?
Couple steps back, little man, best remember that
'Cause once I get going this shit become hotter
Than coming up from underwater
There’s really none other, ya got the boy wonder
And I cut the whole thing like butter, it ain’t nothing
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing but a real thing baby
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing, finna do it my way
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gotta do?
Ain’t shit, I’m finna spend my chips
What you wanna do?
What you gonna do?
What you wanna do?
Ain’t nothing, 'less you go that way