Nun But Drums Lyrics by Nino Paid
(Feat. VonOff1700)
(Rx Ant)
(Rx Ant produced it)
You ready? I’m ready
You never went broke on guns
Throw money at strippers, this bitch comin’ with me as soon as I run out of ones
I’m robbin’ my homie, I start to get grimy as soon as I run out of funds
I made it off rap in my city, it’s easy, the rest of these niggas is bums (Alright)
Niggas rappin’ on nothin’ but drums (Let’s do it, woah)
‘Fore I sit in the house with no money (‘Fore I sit in the house with no money, woah)
I’ma sit on the corner with bums (I’ma sit on the corner with bums)
I was broke and they thought it was funny (I was broke and they thought it was funny, woah, alright)
Niggas left me with nothin’ but crumbs (Niggas left me with nothin’ but crumbs)
In the house on 2K, we save money (In the house on 2K, we save— huh?)
Now niggas wan’ play with the Suns (Now niggas wan’— woah)
Got a bitch that do anything for me (Got a bitch do anything for me)
Got a Draco that’s louder than drums (Alright, hrrt)
Niggas try to take anything from me (Niggas try to take anything from me)
Now your father lost two of his sons (Your father lost two of his kids, hrrt, hrrt)
When he fell off, I knew it was over
When they called me, I knew it was somethin’ (Knew it was somethin’, damn)
I ain’t never wanna hang with you niggas (I ain’t never wanna hang with you, nigga)
He a bitch and I knew he was one (I knew it, woah)
Why the fuck he keep showin’ his iron? (Woah)
He don’t know what to do with his gun (He don’t know what to do with his iron, it’s cool)
You never went broke on guns (You never— woah)
Throw money at strippers, this bitch comin’ with me as soon as I run out of ones (Soon as I run out of ones, bitch, go)
I’m robbin’ my homie, I start to get grimy as soon as I run out of funds (Soon as I run out of— huh? Woah)
I made it off rap in my city, it’s easy, the rest of these niggas is bums (They ass, woah)
Niggas rappin’ on nothin’ but drums (Woah, woah, alright)
Uh, you never went broke on nothin’ (On nothin’)
Opps come through the block, start lettin’ off shots, you might be the first one run (Man, your bitch ass)
When Mook Money died, it was me and Backend, we was one of the first spun (First ones spinnin’)
We all had switches, we jumped out, tapped ’em, but I was the first one done (For real)
And that shit crazy ’cause we all had big-ass drums (Alright, dumpin’ fifty)
When I dropped out of school and start focus on rap, boy, everybody swore I was dumb (For real)
Now a few years later, them the same ones broke and, look, I’m one of them ones (I’m rich)
This bitch wanna fuck, but she not nothin’, so I gradually drop my thumb (What he say?)
When we swung them doors, he went out sweet, he casually dropped his gun (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, his bitch ass)
You never went broke on guns (Never, damn)
Throw money at strippers (I really went broke on guns), this bitch comin’ with me as soon as I run out of ones (Soon as I run out of— damn, hrrt)
I’m robbin’ my homie, I start to get grimy as soon as I run out of funds (Soon as I run out of— alright)
I made it off rap in my city, it’s easy, the rest of these niggas is bums (I made it, they ass, woah)
Niggas rappin’ on nothin’ but drums (Alright)
You never went broke on guns (You never went broke on guns, really went broke on guns)
I got money, I spend and it’s gone (I got money, I spend and it’s gone, all the dog shit I got, I spent that shit)
Had the army come through with a bomb (Rx Ant produced it, them youngins come through and they blow that shit up)
If I love you, this shit on the arm (Nigga, we locked)
