"A Song About Nothing" lyrics

Generation Y, nigga, fuck tha...
Fuck that shit (Generation Y in this bitch, fuck that shit)
Generation Y, nigga, ow!

Yeah, uh, yeah
Eight bags (Yeah), eight bags (Yeah), hands tied up like an arab (Woo!)
If she talking that deep breath (Ah!)
Hit that bitch with a Trey slap (Bitch!)
One shot (Yeah), [?] (Woo!), end street, kill joy (Damn!)
You swimming in the water with the bee boy
I splash your bitch ass like sting boy
I don't sing boy (Yeah), I spit that real (Ow!)
Rappers get closer and they looking like seal!
Kill a bee kill, commit for y'all man
I treat the surplus and I fuck your world up
Bitch ass nigga, don't make me fuck your girl up
Weed cocaine and curl ups
Trill shit (Wow!)
I'ma spend this shit and I won't stop 'til I'm halfway nigga rich (Yeah!)
That's crazy money
Ooh, I'm hazy money
Yeah, cake me money
Young black nigga, no baby money
Fuck you bitch, yeah I'm crazy money
IPhone user, no face me money
Come up to the crib, can't take this honey
Gat to your face, pay me money
Car!
Good!

Yuh (Yah!)
Rolled upon, ready for the business
Apparently run in the city I'm called ethical
I'm lyrical, unpredictable
And the ladies I can be a bit physical
Rock in a way [?]
Wanted to be so turn into wine
Niggas really think that I wrote the bible
I suppose you could call this revival
F, the B as G as J
Relate to these games and I will enter into [?] lane
Got a revolver, that's right bitch, feel this pain
I run through these hoes, german king
Fucking hispanics, [?]
Sick with the metal German chain
Creativity left will hurt my brain
I'm just crossing 'bout a minute, left lane
I'm [?] these niggas, I can go the right lane
I'm a beast, don't forget my discipline, don't disrespect
Embrace my swag, don't reject, goddamn I go
Hard I had to reflex
Me flex these checks, [?]
I mean perplex
In the house, duplex (What?)
Slam the beat (What?), suplex
Fuck it!

Fuck it, just... Goddamnit, no!