1 of 1 + custom made in Los Angeles, by Renn Tyler

Lyrics

NADA 

We get dollars, we shot callers

You a spark, we burn hotter

We the lead, you just follow

All I've done, you've done nada

That means none, you get nada

Just a crumb, why you bother?

Goodbye bum, you get nada

Sit down son, you get nada 


I don’t have time to call a bitch out

I’m busy making moves, you busy running your mouth

Try to play me, make a fool of yourself

And just know that I’d rather fail than ever ask for your help


Run your mouth so long like you're training for a marathon

I’ll get it on my own don’t need you to put me on

Better think twice ‘fore you start what you can’t finish hun

Go get a board if you wanna ride the wave

I know what I said but it’s another day

I know what I said but I’m changing the play

I’m full of surprises like meals for the kids 

And they all want a piece so they placing they bids 

Pat ‘em on the head while I’m fixing their bibs

Keep throwin’ a fit, put you back in your crib 

Keep 'em Mr. Feenie, put a fence in between

We got one thing in common, we both doing me 

Got so many tabs on me, it’s just my name in your search history

I only get better when they plot on me 

Y’all crabs in a bucket, I’m a fish in the sea 


We get dollars, we shot callers

You a spark, we burn hotter

We the lead, you just follow

All I've done, you've done nada

That means none, you get nada

Just a crumb, why you bother?

Goodbye bum, you get nada

Sit down son, you get nada 


You in the backseat of a taxi and you think you calling the shots?

You think that the drop-off is the top spot but you stopping wherever he stops 

You get nada and bitch that means none 

Bit me off and can't chew, I got stuck in your throat

These bitches want fire but they don't want smoke

Dead men tell no tales

Billionaire status, dead in his cell 

Oh, you can’t stand me? Then sit the fuck down

Won’t dilute myself, I fear I might drown 

Can be hard to swallow, I got 'em all choking 

I’m stuck in their throats cause my thoughts is provoking 

I bid ‘em farewell, I’m wishing ‘em well 

I see that they’re fake and they know I can tell 

No hard feelings, I’m wishing you well

Can't be alone, you afraid of yourself 

Can’t box me in, I'm not stuck in a cell

Told you before... I do not need your help

They don’t like me these bitches is tight

Put ‘em to rest, I kiss ‘em goodnight 

I am unwell, bitch, my head ain’t right

I’m a little crazy but he say that’s his type 

Sending calculated shots, yea call me a snipe

Try to play me but that’s when I thrive

'Cause that’s what I’m used to: me, myself, and I

If it don’t make sense, then I don’t spend time

You been playing so long and still can’t get it right

Your head's in the clouds like a goddamn kite 

You been saying “just wait” but I know that it’s bait

You’ll be saying “just wait” for the rest of your life