For Nothin

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Yeah, look [Chorus] I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah All my shooters is huntin', yeah He act like an opp, if I tell him the word, he'll die from a move of a button He was cool when I was broke, why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'? Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him Fuck you thinkin', a nigga stupid or somethin'? The way I was brought up, huh We don't like him, that nigga get tored up He a rapper? Wе shoot up his tour bus He saw bullets beforе he even saw us Look, them niggas all talk, huh I thought they was all tough, huh I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up Let me handle the small stuff [Verse] They say I'm big already I feel like I'm gettin' bigger That bitch was lyin', I didn't hit her If the opps start dyin', I get the hit up I still go hit a nigga Don't mistake me for a different nigga If I tell 'em to work, they'll clip a nigga If I take me a perc, I'll forget the day If I'm takin' the work, then I'll flip a nigga If he actin' annoyin', I ink the nigga If I go cut him off, I won't miss the nigga And you better not never be with the nigga This what I'm made for, huh Savin' the day with no cape on Seein' this bitch with a lace on, huh I see a opp get banged on, huh I'm only showin' my face every in and out, I don't stay long Huh, look, all of the verses they heard was fire I came in the game, get my Drake on (Huh) They hear my shit and put that face on (They hear my shit and put that face on) Yeah, look [Chorus] I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah All my shooters is huntin', yeah He act like an opp, if I tell him the word, he'll die from a move of a button He was cool when I was broke, why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'? Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him Fuck you thinkin', a nigga stupid or something? The way I was brought up, huh We don't like him, that nigga get tored up He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus He saw bullets before he even saw us Look, them niggas all talk, huh I thought they was all tough, huh I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up, let me handle the small stuff [Outro] Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you