Nothing Into Something

Lyrics

[Intro] (We got all the beef) (Yeah yeah) Okay, big tello Yeah Donafizzo Big grape Know what the fuck going on, uh huh Gang shit no lame shit, uh huh, illuminati Gotta go get it, nigga, even if you got it Go get the money, nigga, you can never be too sure Fuck you talking 'bout Long live Flippa nigga, Paper Route business Fuck you talking 'bout, let's go [Verse 1] 13, jumped up off the porch, and started selling weed At 16, met a plug, now I'm the one that got them P's Got my whole hood on my back, I tat that shit twice on my sleeve I'm the realest on my block, and bitch, that's how big grape gon' leave, uh Pull up, purple Rover, park that bitch up in the bottom Hop out of that bitch, like 4, 5 deep, my lil' one strapped with choppas (Gang) Heard my opps be mad as fuck, so what? no they can't stop us Swear, what you just spent on your car, I went and put that 'round my collar I got water on water on water, see a bankroll, all hundreds, no dollars Young nigga still trappin', bankroll getting taller Tryna keep up with the grape, nigga, probably gettin' smaller Pockets on fat, you can tell by the way I'm walking Keep a thing on my hip, better watch how you talking Tell the man, tell the boy come down, big nigga try me, I'm firing [Chorus] I'm a trappin' ass nigga, I got rich off selling chronic I'm self made nigga, ain't nobody gave me nothing I swear big bro, always told me, fuck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something [Verse 2] I started with a Q, P, I'm pumping straight gas (Stupid strong) Ran my bread up in the trap, and moved up to a half My uncle laughed at me, said my hustle wasn't gon' last (Fuck that nigga) Couple months flew by, and I was servin' niggas bags (Yeah) This rap shit got me lit, but I swear trappin' made it happen (Trap) Hard to fuck with rappers, cause most of these niggas cappin' (Cappin') Back when I was broke, swear I did nothing, but flip and stash shit (Dope boy) I seen my first 50 and since then, hustlin' been my passion (Uh) Left my grandma's house, jumped in the streets, I know she hate it (Sorry) I jumped off the porch head first, wasn't nobody to save me Can't wait to go get it, you'll be broke, tryna be patient No love up in these streets, but I love the streets because they made me [Chorus] I'm a trappin' ass nigga, I got rich off selling chronic I'm self made nigga, ain't nobody gave me nothing I swear big bro, always told me, fuck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something (On God, straight up) [Outro] We ain't going back and forth no more man We ain't going back to that no more, we up now All the way up there, nigga Paper Route business Fuck you talking 'bout? Gang