[Hook - Jordan Williams & (Don Cook)]
Ain't nothing left
Ain't nothing left
Ain't nothing left
Ain't nothing left
(Ain't nothing left but a long vacation)
(Ain't nothing left but an, "Aye, y'all made it!")
(Ain't nothing left but to face y'all haters)
(Ain't nothing left but a game dominated)
(Ain't nothing left)
(Ain't nothing left)
(Ain't nothing left)
(Ain't nothing left)
Ain't nothing left but your head as my plaque
Ain't nothing left but the fire on the track
Ain't nothing left but the Grammys and the racks, boy
Ain't nothing left but my city on my back

[Verse 1 - Don Cook]
Ran circles 'round the top 10
If you haters wanna settle
You can wait until the papers say I dropped dead
I am not playing with you motherfuckers
Everything that we've been saying
We've been saying with no fuck at all
Undercover with your lady with no rubber on
We be going extra slow cause I am known to say the wrong type of thing
That makes the ladies wanna cut me off
So I say fuck 'em all
And I mean fuck 'em all
Hunnid on a date but then the bae don't wanna mess with me
And I've been thinking 'bout it lately
But I never wanna battle with my demons
'Less your man is pushing seventy
You looking heavenly
That's cause you're dead to me

[Verse 2 - Jordan Williams]
Goddamn that Jordan, they call him Mr. 23
Kicked back, blowing loud like a referee
Killing these hating-ass n***as, may they rest in peace
He ain't talking money, he ain't saying that shit to me
A ma'fucking savage, only thing I love is cabbage
Grind hard for the paper and ain't breaking any habits
Spend it cause I never had it
When I see it, I'mma grab it
Fucked the game raw, ain't called back
And now that shit got baggage, n***a
Rap game, 'finna kill that shit
Facts man, taking shots, I don't feel that shit
Insane bruh, and we run a train on the game
We ain't playing, fuck you saying?
N***a, we spitting the trillest shit

[Bridge - Jordan Williams & (Don Cook)]
Who it is 'finna be the next thing banging?
Who it is 'finna have the whole set claiming:
We the next thing coming, we the best thing running
Wanna test? That's funny, cause we keep it one-hunnit, n***a
(Run it back on a jet-plane)
(If your mother wanna play, it be on wet paint)
(Cause I'm the best thing cumming on her chest)
(Stay fucking, uh)
(We obliterate the game, ain't nothing left)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jordan Williams & Don Cook]
We ain't fucking with the weak shit
Got your head on my plaque
Got my city on my back
With a mean whip
Bars beast, fuck around and unleash it
Got 'em foaming from the teeth dawg, seen Vick?
Money hungry cause the team wanna eat bread
Never sunny, so it seem like the tree dead
Buddy running from the jump, see my feet bled
Month ten for the sneaker, see my feet red
Buck ten on the freeway, fuck
'Nuff said, what the beat say? Duck!
Get low, let the heat spray, tututut
Ten toes, motherfucker, dug a deep grave
N***a geeked, on the beach, call it D-Day
These days 'errbody let the tree blaze
Weed maze, running through, but we keep straight
And all this chiefing got me wheezing like I'm T-Pain
And I know it don't seem like a good time
Hood time, back to wish a n***a would time
In due time, we'll be sipping on some rare wine
For the crown, now we gunning at your hairline
Paralyzed, I stare in the eyes of Lucifer
Telling lies, ain't no second tries, I'm shooting first
If there's money in your wallet, then I'll loot your purse
And if not, better call it, that or choose a hearse

[Bridge]

[Hook]