Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Talkin Bout Nothing

Ever since I was a youngin

Up in my grandmamma house

Watchin "The Mack", reciting it back

Like boy what you talkin bout

Droppin a switch, hittin a lick

Tryna get rich off in this bitch

Droppin my top, I'm poppin my trunk

I'm whippin my wheel like I'm whippin my grits

These niggas ain't shit, these niggas ain't real

These niggas is frauds

Most of these niggas been coughing kush and loving all

on they broads

When I pull up, car slam a do', break a ho down

Run her throat till it so bad that ho ride

I say hold up, damn

KRIT that fucked up, I know it

They say hold up, damn

KRIT let's pour up, I four it

I, I, I, I'm feeling good, feeling great

How are you?

Show much space when I pop my tape

Can't feel my face, can you feel yours too?

I got this here, I got this here

Might have to chop that up

Her pussy wet, she spot the dick

Might have to mop that up

She say what's head, I'm tryna fuck

Might have to prop that up

Bout that dough, got that up

Don't act no shy, bitch slap it up

I need that (I need that)

I want that (I want that)

I'm bout that (I'm bout that)

What's happenin? (What's happenin?)

I seen that (I seen that)

I bought that (I bought that)

I own that (I own that)

I'm snappy (I'm snappy)

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

That I can't do, that you done done that I ain't did

Ain't nobody trippin on yo ho, ain't into that

Ain't nobody trippin on yo ho, I give er back

Cut er slack, let er go, cause she was in the VI

Ain't like I be askin for attention when I be

Got so much tip that I can't see

Ya'll stressin busses with they feet out

If you ain't suckin or fuckin

Well, you should keep up

Shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by

She ain't gotta beg, if she lookin I can see

Right on that V, I drop yo tea top

Hater tend to levy

The bottles servin, poppin, Shawty look at all that we

got

Look at all that we on

Tell them blokes just be gone

Fuck wutchu been talkin bout, they catch up with my

feet

Don't make no love for these haters, ain't no love for

these fakes

What? There's a bone in the country, I ain't trippin on

a snake

I been fishin for these bitches

All I ever had was bait

If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my

face

I need that (I need that)

I want that (I want that)

I'm bout that (I'm bout that)

What's happenin? (What's happenin?)

I seen that (I seen that)

I bought that (I bought that)

I own that (I own that)

I'm snappy (I'm snappy)

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

Not a thing, not a not a thing ho

Ya'll niggas ain't talkin bout nothing

That I can't do, that you done done that I ain't did