You Ain’t Nothing

Lyrics

[Frank - Verse 1:] [Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2 You fucking chavala Homie you ain't nada Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala Who the fuck you joking What the fuck you smoking Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing [Lil' Rob - Verse 2:] I step into the battlefield, one vato you can't over look Dropping shit with Royal-T, Frank. V, Yogi and all the crooks And we stop right through the blocks Got pedo, we got the Glocks And you know we can't be stopped Badass rolas ever dropped And we do it all the days Picking up our evil ways Drop the top on Chevrolets The difference is that Low Pro pays If you don't believe me you'll see me in my '63 Chromed out to thе bone holmes up in my Fleetwood brim holmes I got a fucking bag of tricks Drinking by thе pack of six And I'll grab another one That's a 12 pack and I still ain't done Night is young and I am too Party's on I'm invited too Crazy fucking place to be And I fucking aim to please Rolling in a two tone Chevy gangster lights on Flying just like Superman But I don't got no tights on 42x30's creased up that's how I goes in Cruising in a oldie Bumping all them oldie jams [Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2 You fucking chavala Homie you ain't nada Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala Who the fuck you joking What the fuck you smoking Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing [Lil Bandit - Verse 3:] [Lil' Rob - Chorus:] x2 You fucking chavala Homie you ain't nada Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala Who the fuck you joking What the fuck you smoking Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing