Nothin About Me - Hustle Gang, T.I., Trae Tha Truth

Why these niggas flexin on Instagram?

In the kitchen, whippin up instant grams

Got big, got fish and yams

I’m in the Chevy, but I ride it like it’s a Lamb

I’ve been balling so hard, my wrist done jammed

My sneakers squeaked, I done killed them again

My Jesus pieces got in them

Different color diamonds, like fuck I’m shining

All I fuck is quarters, I don’t fuck with dimes

Going flip mode like Busta Rhymes

Flip bricks though, I might bust a rhyme

payed for my studio time

Bitch give a nigga brain, let me tooter your mind

Bitch get up out my lane, this the newest shit I

to the top

Damb I blew up on they ass, I done defeated the odds

Fucked your bitch one time, got the key to the house

You don’t even know it, I got keys in your house

I’m a dog ass nigga, left flees in your house

Ungreatful ass ho, I’ll skeet in your mouth

Pour Champagne on that bitch

let my nigga

Niggas looking pissed off, cause I’m really the shit

But I set this bitch off like Billy The Kid

Better ask these niggas bout me

Better ask these bitches bout me

Better ask these niggas bout me

Better ask these bitches bout me

Cause nigga, you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me

I’m the one from Texas, young Truth is trill

What the fuck you heard?

Bitch I’m a king for real

Bought a new call it over the hill

See niggas tryna get him a meal

Sitting in my Lamborgini doozy

All I do is get money losing

Get your ass up in a jam, like you playing with Uzis

Your ass in hot water, like you in a Jacuzi

Shit don’t stop, sitting on top

Hustle Gang, nigga just raised my stock

Don’t all these niggas do rocks

Pop your shit, all do Glocks

In the kitchen, how I pay for the keys

In an all blue Auti

never play with the

I put it all up in the stash I got from

Nigga, you ain’t really talkin bout shit

If you ain’t talking bout money

to the ground

Somebody hold them up for me

Any place in the A you can name, I run it

You pussy niggas want something?

Any day we can pull up where you

you can tell them I done it

Sucker nigga runnin off at the mouth like a

Before I run up in your house, drop a hundred or 2

You ever see me with the burner in my hand, I blast it

50 K high fashion

half a mill

came a long way from

hating get wacked low key

You better ask bout me

Better ask these niggas bout me

Better ask these bitches bout me

Better ask these niggas bout me

Better ask these bitches bout me

Cause nigga, you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me

Nigga you don’t know nothin bout me