Nothing Else to Talk About

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm with that shit, my nigga, I'm with that shit (William) [Chorus] We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Molly dick that bitch and keep her occupied We ain't got nothin' else to talk about I'm with the shit, ain't gon' let it ride Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance You gon' fuck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin' Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary Hit a whole hundred in a minute [Verse 1] I guess it's bout that time 'fore a nigga start killin' Nigga did a whole lot of dealin' Egg beater, beat the pot like Rocky Balboa Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George Boyz n the Hood, trap them bags on the porch Since youngin, my mama said, "Baby keep that pistol" Pussy-ass nigga, hit his ass in the kisser Dress him up and put him in a strap like Bruce Jenner I ain't got that type of breed comin' out the kennel I'ma let my little homie there eat you up for dinner Calaso Longway, real mob-tied nigga Catch him in the alley, gun him down like Ricky Got them bonnets on his head for that dick-ridin', nigga From the other side, playin' with the chop in the trenches I had to dust it off, these niggas out here whisperin' Reverse the clip, it hit a hundred in a minute 7.62, that gon' change out your image Four cuties, that'll get 'em out his feelings I got a dope tester, trigger finger itchin' Put a rock on the shooter, he get a sniper vision Keep a hammer on my hip like Bob the Builder (Hammer time) Makin' juugs out a bitch like a body builder (Juug) I'm a grown man and y'all children Got 'em finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams Longway, bitch, fuck nigga [Chorus] We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Molly dick that bitch and keep her occupied We ain't got nothin' else to talk about I'm with the shit, ain't gon' let it ride Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance You gon' fuck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin' Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary Hit a whole hundred in a minute [Verse 2] Dirty chopper came with homicides, full of bodies, fuck it, still shoot it Snipers in my trunk on top of the roof Whip a brick, watch me turn it to two I'm with the bullshit, fuck your crew Pour my Tussionex in double cups (Lean) Dressed up in blue with the Tommy gun (Neighborhood) Handgun came with a Cinnabon We ain't got nothin' else to talk about (Nothin' else to say) Got GPS bullets, gon' find your location (Find) Hop out and pop it, they dreaded like Haitians Put a curfew on your block like y'all on probations Throwin' up the hood like a Mason Uh, Mr. Blue Benjamin paid for the case Jackie Tan, whip it in the pan, saw you Ricki Lake A boot of molly rock'll get your shooter shot (Grrah, grrah) Boyz n the Hood, bandana like Pac Both cutie pies get you First 48 Yellow tape it closed, casket your face Mama yellin', can't ID your baby Pull up shootin' Houdini in a blue Mercedes Bangin' blue rag like I'm in the '80s Let my bitch shoot the stick, call her Tomb Raider Send a hit at you pricks, call me Longway Barbosa (Longway, bitch) [Chorus] We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies We ain't got nothin' else to talk about Molly dick that bitch and keep her occupied We ain't got nothin' else to talk about I'm with the shit, ain't gon' let it ride Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance You gon' fuck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin' Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary Hit a whole hundred in a minute