Ain’t Nothing Sweet

Lyrics

[Intro: Burna Bandz] Skirr Ooh Everything 2x you know how i'm rocking Wass gang [Verse 1: Burna Bandz] Bro said he seen his soul crossover I brought the Glock 26 Kyle Korver Get the bag gone never been a hoarder Grind like my favourite baller it was Richie Porter Aye, I'm a bad sport won't pass I'ma score Fill the dome wit' the [?] Ridin' that bitch like I stole it Bus down your block like it's Gordon Hoppin' out and we approach 'em He best be prayin' I'm hopin' these glizzy's gon' burn him and toast him And the trap steady open Dope in the pot look like lotion Water on me from the ocean He wanna ball I'ma coach him We doin' drills wit' no coachin' She wanna rock all my ice just to post it All day countin' dirty money man I ain't even soap it Niggas they bitches I know this, I keep my savages closest Try to figure out who's real from who's fake like a young nigga got psychosis If it's one man they bring out it's explosives This ain't the NBA but the lil' bitch say I'm chosen Diamonds they hittin' like Hogan Fifth strike knock 'em all down like bowling, mhmm [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Boy don't gamble wit' your life You know my niggas play for keeps She fuck me and Press Machine Money talk it ain't cheap Or she want Burna's tweet They undercover not the sheet [Verse 2: SupaWassi] Told that lil' bitch ain't shit sweet When you suck don't use your teeth Glock .45 don't like neens Came up trappin' wit' the fiends I make money in my dreams And I rock thousand dollar jeans $100 the cup don't spill my lean My neck water VV's Gucci sneaks they cost a G Take your life just like it's free Plug on the board like got it neat Don't look down you in the streets These niggas ain't shooters they aim for knees My wrist icy you can ski I get the bag and then I leave Couple bitches say I'm mean 'Cause ain't shit sweet lil' ho' I get the bag and then I go Only money convos on this phone If it ain't racks then get dial tone Told M Sav to aim for his nose My niggas doin' time they pose I got birds in the air they crow's I got hittas east to west coast [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Boy don't gamble wit' your life You know my niggas play for keeps She fuck me and Press Machine Money talk it ain't cheap Or she want Burna's tweet They undercover not the sheet [Verse 3: Tax Hard] She a freak she nothin' special Askin' me don't take it gentle Bent her over made her tremble I fold her legs into a pretzel She beggin' me on her knees I told her ain't nothin' sweet Waistline she felt that metal Head game will make you mental She fucked me and Burna Bandz She expectin' couple bands Yeah right but I sauced it up Gave her notes still tossed it out Gave her the boot I tossed her out She a freak she wanted clout Take about her man comin' bring him through I'll run him down SupaWassi in the cut, she came back and gave it up, ah Couldn't hold back when she came and backed it up She got skill it turned hectic Ass shakin' she's impressive Plan B I get my rest in I beat it up no domestic [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Told a lil' nigga ain't nothin' sweet Boy don't gamble wit' your life You know my niggas play for keeps She fuck me and Press Machine Money talk it ain't cheap Or she want Burna's tweet They undercover not the sheet