Null & Void

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh First floor Yeah, yeah Uh Null and void All a bunch of- First niggas talking lately Look, yeah All that talking null and void Got a hole bunch of nothing, look (None, look) Aaargh (Aaargh) First floor [Verse 1] Look, I said these niggas rappin' They ain't fucking with the boy, what If you ain't making money, sorry null and void All that talking that you're doing, uh, all a bunch of noise If you ain't making money nigga, it's null and void (Null and) Null and void Why it's null and void? Judged a man from the boys from the price of their toys Lately my pocket looking like they on 'roids And the lady at the bank told me I'm catching up to Floyd Oh shit, who that is? Tell that bad bitch to strip for me I was up in Sue's last night, throwing red money Tell them niggas plotting', took your Bentley thing they get from me I'm in here with wild cats, Arizona, Kentucky Outside of the hood, my name ain't known But I ain't tripping of that, because it won't take long My dawg called the old man, he in a land of his own And my brother 40 walking 'round looking like he just came home I said now everywhere you go you see my niggas, like a class pic These niggas ain't who they claim to be, that's a catfish My girl said she gon' leave me, I keep fucking with these ratchets The Rari go "Skrrrt", let me see the police catch this And yeah, I got some money But you ain't finna get it Girl, fucking with me you can't get nothing, but pregnant And now I don't like these rappers, man they trash anyway You ain't gotta give me my credit, I'll take cash any day Put some blast anyway, my niggas blast any day Put some hole up in yo shit, let it breathe, ventilate My nigga, that's where I'm from That's how my niggas get down That's how your bitches go missing That's how your niggas get found What [Chorus] All that talking, null and void Hole bunch of none, look First floor Look, I said these niggas rappin' They ain't fucking with the boy, what If you ain't making money, sorry null and void All that talking that you're doing, uh, all a bunch of noise If you ain't making money nigga, it's null and void [Verse 2] Now what a wonderful feeling This is real as it gets Said my bitch is a dime, and my brothers a nig I've been ballin' all year not a scuff on my kicks I caught the bitch that was fronting, another one of the list Anybody that's hating, they get laid of stiff My niggas shoot from anywhere, like they J.R. Smith Your girl told me you was here She told me come to the crib These hoes foul, real foul, on some playoff shit And we're having it again, players losing their cool and their poise here, over what seems to be normal NBA fouls Aw hell, young legendary, any means necessary Anybody better than me, already dead and buried Might not be the case, but I'm close and that's very scary Plus I'm working harder than Barack Obama's secretary Hood superstar, I don't know what I'ma do next Real nigga, I got all my hoes in a group text After I beat the beat up, pussy you next I'm thinking four hoes, put them bitches in a suplex I'm sippin' my Henney, I'm living my life Two things that any girl could use is some dick and advice I hope Father forgive me, I ain't livin' it right I was a guard when I was hooping, but I'm a center tonight And nigga I ain't never coming, bitch I've arrived I'm young, I'm black and I'm gifted, surprise I came into this rap shit ready to kill something You looking at a young nigga without a chill-button Ha