"For Nothing" lyrics

She's exquisite (Blatt)
When she suck my dick, she leach on it like a tick (Say what?)
Nigga ain't talk 'bout shit (Let's go), nigga ain't talk 'bout shit (Talk 'bout)
Nigga ain't talk 'bout shit (Let's go), nigga ain't talk 'bout shit (Talk 'bout)

All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that (Insomnia)
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Hold on), yeah, my bitch sad (Insomnia shit)

Oh, you classy? (Oh, you classy?) Oh, you nasty? (Oh, you nasty?)
These lil' niggas ain't talk 'bout shit, I bet they won't "@" me
All my bitches know I'm bad, I'm a baddie (Let's go)
All my bitches know I'm sexy (Yeah), yeah, I'm a baddie (Yeah, woah)
I'm like, "Purr, bae," (Okay) I'm like period (Purr)
I got racks on me (Yeah), I fuck my ho on her period (Yeah)
These niggas got me mad (Woah, woah), these niggas got me furious (Yeah, fuck)
Oh, you want a feature, bitch? (What? What?) Are you serious? (What?)

All my friends dead (Woah), all my friends dead (Slatt)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Say what?), you can't hit that (Insomnia)
Yeah, my cup red (Eugh, eugh), you can't sip that (Eugh)
Yeah, my bitch bad (Hold on), yeah, my bitch sad (Insomnia shit)