Fivio Foreign
For Nothin
[Intro]
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can’t even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Yeah, look

[Chorus]
I don’t want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word, he'll die from a move of a button
He was cool when I was broke, why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don’t shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck you thinkin’, a n***a stupid or somethin'?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don’t like him, that n***a get tored up
He a rapper? Wе shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets beforе he even saw us
Look, them n***as all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up
Let me handle the small stuff

[Verse]
They say I'm big already
I feel like I'm gettin’ bigger
That bitch was lyin', I didn't hit her
If the opps start dyin', I get the hit up
I still go hit a n***a
Don't mistake me for a different n***a
If I tell 'em to work, they'll clip a n***a
If I take me a perc, I'll forget the day
If I'm takin' the work, then I'll flip a n***a
If he actin' annoyin', I ink the n***a
If I go cut him off, I won't miss the n***a
And you better not never be with the n***a
This what I'm made for, huh
Savin' the day with no cape on
Seein' this bitch with a lace on, huh
I see a opp get banged on, huh
I'm only showin' my face every in and out, I don't stay long
Huh, look, all of the verses they heard was fire
I came in the game, get my Drake on (Huh)
They hear my shit and put that face on
(They hear my shit and put that face on)
Yeah, look
[Chorus]
I don't want a shooter for nothin', huh, yeah
All my shooters is huntin', yeah
He act like an opp, if I tell him the word, he'll die from a move of a button
He was cool when I was broke, why we ain't cool when I'm stuntin'?
Look, if it's a witness, I don't shoot him, I snuff him
Fuck you thinkin', a n***a stupid or something?
The way I was brought up, huh
We don't like him, that n***a get tored up
He a rapper? We shoot up his tour bus
He saw bullets before he even saw us
Look, them n***as all talk, huh
I thought they was all tough, huh
I keep on tellin' my bitches to boss up, let me handle the small stuff

[Outro]
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you
Oh, I can't even blame you, blame you