Lyrics Nothing Left by Lil Eazzyy

(Go)
Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one
Go, go, go, go
Still cappin' in this b*t*h with Danny, on bro

B*t*h, I need a check (A check)
I gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
B*t*h, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin' on X and them strikers, we gon' make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain't nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet'
Gotta get it all off 'til it ain't nothing left

I remember whеn a n***a wasn't having it, I had a blicky right under my mattress (My mattress )
Uncy taught mе how to shoot, I was clappin' it, f**k around and put a opp in a basket n***a (Boom)
Talkin' tough, you ain't a savage, n***a (You ain't a savage, n***a)
In my hood I'm established, n***a
You say that yo' n***as be shootin' sh*t up, my opinion is you need some practice, n***a (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Four door with a Drac' and a pa**enger, we finna sweep up yo' block like the janitor (Skrrt)
Don't try to get out yo' character, I seen them n***as beat you on camera (Pu**y)
Pop me a perc', I got stamina (Stamina)
Pickin' her up then I'm slammin' her (I'm slammin' her)
I remember I ain't have nothing left in my pocket, I threw twenty grams at her
B*t*h, I need a check (A check)
I gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
B*t*h, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin' on X and them strikers, we gon' make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain't nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet'
Gotta get it all off 'til it ain't nothing left
B*t*h, I need a check (A check)
I gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
B*t*h, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin' on X and them strikers, we gon' make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain't nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet'
Gotta get it all off 'til it ain't nothing left

I need a thick b*t*h (Thick b*t*h), one who'll pa** me the stick quick
Dumping it all and we bail out (Baow)
Bro, got a switch, bet he hit sh*t
It's a KRISS Vec' on his pistol, it knock him the hell out (Grra)
Harder to trust, lot of n***as be sell outs (Uh)
I gotta head out
Love when the money be calling my phone, I'ma run to the bag 'til a n***a go check out, uh
Hellcat right off the lot and I'm scratching (Vroom)
She fell in love with my fashion
Lil' bro send me a plan, I'm blastin' (I'm blastin')
Freak b*t*h giving top in a mansion
Ten racks, give her a stack and she active (She active)
She gon' hit the road when I ask it
Fifth-third gimme a chase and its crackin'
What can I say, boy? The money my pa**ion (Its crackin')
B*t*h, I need a check (A check)
I gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
B*t*h, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin' on X and them strikers, we gon' make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain't nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet'
Gotta get it all off 'til it ain't nothing left
B*t*h, I need a check (A check)
I gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then I shoot for his neck (His neck)
B*t*h, give me respect (Respect)
Foenem be tweakin' on X and them strikers, we gon' make a mess (Skrrt, skrrt)
I ride for the set
If you my brother, I got you a hundred, it ain't nothing less (A hundred)
I was a jit, sell a brick of the Fet'
Gotta get it all off 'til it ain't nothing left