For Nothing

[Verse 1]
She's exquisite (Blatt)
But she suck my dick, she leach on it like a [?] (Say what?)
N***a ain't talk 'bout shit (Let's go), n***a ain't talk 'bout shit (Talk 'bout)
N***a ain't talk 'bout shit (Let's go), n***a ain't talk 'bout shit (Talk 'bout)

[Chorus]
All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Hold on), yeah, my bitch bad (Ain't talk 'bout shit)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you classy? (Oh, you classy?) Oh, you nasty? (Oh, you nasty?)
These lil' n***as ain't talk 'bout shit, I bet they won't add me
All my bitches know I'm bad, I'm a baddie (Let's go)
All my bitches know I'm sexy (Yeah), yeah, I'm a baddie (Yeah, woah)
I'm like, "Purr, bae" (Okay), I'm like [?] (Purr)
I got racks on me (Yeah), I fuck my ho on her period (Yeah)
These n***as got me mad (Woah, woah), these n***as got new feelings (Yeah, fuck)
Oh, you want a feature, bitch? (What? What?) Are you serious? (What?)

[Chorus]
All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Hold on), yeah, my bitch bad (Ain't talk 'bout shit)