It's Nothing - Raider Klan, Yung Simmie, Nell

Fuckin' with us, you will meet the maker, I am the undertaker

My niggas is riding, leavin' 'em shakin', Anita Baker

This is how I sic 'em, after the green, I rake 'em

Chasing the cream, me and my team’ll beat the Lakers

These niggas ain’t tryin' to see it, but even the blind believin'

That we on the rise this season, you don’t need your eyes to peep it

Know you niggas tired of sleeping, catching a rep trying to beat this

Ride for my set, you come around and get wet

Little nigga, what you about?

We’ll get you stomped out

Cop a pack to get faded, these bitches is overrated

So I’mma slide with my Raiders, as you remaining outdated

Got to process a payment, where the bank at?

I raid it

To cop a bottle and rape it, taking shots, ain’t no saving

The young’n mugging, we bumping, feel the bass from the pavement

At any club got it jumping, supporters repeat my statements

Where the wealth?

Fuck the famous

Stop provoking the faking

You want the drama?

We dangerous

ODF got the bangers, bitch

Forever I’m turnin' up, forever I’m thinkin' bucks

The nigga who give no fucks, the nigga with all-black Chucks

Got stomped cause we turnin' up, them Raiders is heatin' up

I walk in and bag a bitch, that Raider Klan savage shit

I’m so above average and never under pressure, it’s whatever

I’m off the top, bad bitches and my niggas

When bottles pop in this section, we chillin', it ain’t no stressin'

If shit pop off, I got the weapon

We be turned up for real bitch, no flexin'

Swear to God, on Jitt boy, we get wreckless

Hella hoes on me, pussy poppin'

Niggas lookin' sour cause they know it ain’t stoppin'

I’m poppin' bottles on your ho

Bitch, I am so rude, I spilled it on your clothes

We stay sellin' out shows, she can’t keep her mouth closed

Cause we throwin' zeroes