Sweet Nothings

[Verse 1]

Rep the clique 'til the weapon click

Chef up a brick and hit the strip with the best shit

8 hour shifts, out of town power trips

Politics, niggas throwin' hollow tips

I'm from the bottom bitch

Keep a shotty like a bottom bitch

I'm all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped

Kiss the money like a sweet lover

Tan seats in the Beamer, peanut butter

The team's gutter, my skin got the green color

Queen between the covers, weed and Henny, never tea and crumpets

In the ear of a slut I whisper sweet nothings

Sip White Russians, control bitches like puppets

Mink scarf, Jamaican Kangol

Do the tango on the yayo like Puff and J. Lo (Take that, take that)

Range Rov' not the Laredo

I'm back bitch long 38 with the potato

Play it low, tiptoe with the bro like Apocalypto

But all that poppin' at the lip don't make your dick grow

Keep it humble, flip the dope by the bundle

Blow the smoke outta the sunroof, it's real

Gator's tailored, get off my dick

Dog said to the tick, but I ain't even trip

Niggas bid ain't even leave a tip but it's a gift

So I never once felt to need to mention it

I don't even mention it my nigga

[Chorus]

It's nothing, sweet nothings

It's nothing, sweet nothings

It's nothing, sweet nothings

Hempstead, It's nothing, sweet nothings

Hundred block

[Verse 2]

I earned my status at the base

Bagging base it's just a matter of taste

My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped

Got a couple wounds howled at the moon

Pulled the 211 hopped up in the seven

Niggas got it twisted this is chess just not checkers

Visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets

All my hoes stay in pocket, redbone to chocolate

Drop the money on the counter tops

I'm thinking out the box

I sound like the Kawasakis

With the fox 10 power squats

Pull the dreadlocks

You pull the sour out the medicine crop

Connect the dots, but leopards have spots

I rest with the Heckler and Koch's stirred the pots

Purple tops cops circle the blocks

Black weapons but not the ones Bird rock

Still with the jux money off the books purrp shots

Murder plots word to my pops nigga

[Chorus]

It's nothing, sweet nothings

It's nothing, sweet nothings

It's nothing, sweet nothings