Lyrics of 'Aint Nothing (feat. Yung Bans & Swaghollywood)' by Fredo

Ayy, heard he talkin' shit but it ain't nothin'
Yeah, hey
On the stick, huh, hey (yeah)
Huh, huh, yeah
Ayy

Ayy, heard he talkin' shit but it ain't nothin'
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
Smokin' out the pound, out the onion
Heard he talkin' down but he ain't gettin' money
Diamonds on me cold just like the summit (woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he's a mummy
All this pain and I can't take no more, can't take no more
We been runnin', I can't take no more, can't take no more

Hey, I ain't mean to take your ho, take your ho
Hit her once and pass the bitch, now that's fredo's ho, ayy
With some young niggas, they be quick to blow, huh
Put that chopper on a nigga, make him tootsee roll (uh-uh)
Shawty got that fire head, yeah, it's honor roll (uh-uh)
All these niggas leechin', I can't take no more (uh-uh)
My nigga caught a body, yeah, we up the scope (uh-uh)
I just spent like ten and made a hundred more
Your bitch, she gon' salute me when I hit say: Yes, sir
All my niggas catching bodies, we've been grindin' first to first
Eliantte diamonds change the climate, got 'em out the earth
[?] Really, I don't want a curse
All that shit you did, nigga, yeah, I did it first
I just dropped his college on these stones and this fur
She just want some clout, ho ain't even put in work
I just went to saks, spent your rent on a shirt

Ayy, heard he talkin' shit but it ain't nothin'
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
Smokin' out the pound, out the onion
Heard he talkin' down but he ain't gettin' money
Diamonds on me cold just like the summit (woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he's a mummy
All this pain and I can't take no more, can't take no more
We been runnin', I can't take no more, can't take no more

Uh, wipe a nigga's nose like it's runnin' (chee, chee)
Uh, me and fredo in the jag' and we stuntin' (skrrt)
I've been gettin' too much money (yeah)
All these bitches, yeah, you know I keep them coming (yeah)
We smoke gas all out the pound, uh (yeah)
My funeral gon' look like rolling loud, uh (uh, yeah)
I grind so hard, I think I'm on the cloud, uh (ooh, yeah)
I'm too busy, I can't talk right now, uh (ooh, yeah)
I don't want this ass, I want the mouth (uh, uh, uh)
I took his bitch, I think it's goin' down (nah, nah, nah)
I talk like this 'cause I came from the south (na-na-na)
Don't tell these bitches nothin', they run they mouth, uh

Ayy, heard he talkin' shit but it ain't nothin'
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
Smokin' out the pound, out the onion
Heard he talkin' down but he ain't gettin' money
Diamonds on me cold just like the summit (woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he's a mummy
All this pain and I can't take no more, can't take no more
We been runnin', I can't take no more, can't take no more