Angel - Ain't On Nuttin' (Remix Part 2) lyrics

[Hook: Yungen & Sneakbo] Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that But you ain't on nuttin' Said she take it from the back, nah, that was all chat Yeah, she ain't on nuttin' My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' [Verse 1: Sneakbo] You see tonight, I'm on a one-night stand Big anaconda in my pants I know her and I know she got a man Man a take a man's gyal and bang, bang, bang Oh sh**, n***as ain't really on nuttin' When they see me, man, they don't say nuttin' Hella vex, no talk, no discussion Back it out, clap it out, make him start body poppin' [Verse 2: Yungen] Who's real? Man's real '05, man was out in the field Grown up now, I pay my mum's bills You fake trap stars don't give your mum a penny, man, chill chill chill Talking 'bout you runs this strip Like this lighty didn't f** his b**h Met her in July, flew her out in August She gonna tell you that she loved this sh** [Verse 3: Stormzy] You see tonight, everybody wants the last laugh Nobody ain't laughing when the star bucks Nobody ain't laughing when the car starts Big black Ghana man, light up your rasclart Bang! I might k** another rapper Real calm, I ain't into all the pa**a 2015, man, I'm pissing on the scene Everybody tek time, I'm just filling up my bladder Oh sh**, got me like "f** these pricks" Pull up in my whip, don't slip, swerve and dip I don't say a word 'bout the clips But these n***as still know what it is Yeah, the tint's too dark, and you know my n***as don't talk Ask Flipz, know my n***as don't bark Grinding for days, man I might light up a rave Little n***a better mind what you say, little f**boi [Verse 4: Bashy] Yo, them man are fronters They ain't hood, them man are jumpers Jump from one man's dick to another They're worse than the girls, bunch of co*k-s**ers You know them bruddas ain't on nuttin' Ain't got sh**, just got bare babymothers wanna chat about me But you're local, man's overseas Très très bien, I speak that French with ease You're at the Chinese shop with your bredrins acting grease I'm in a Hong Kong restaurant eating Cantanese I don't beg it... please I'll be on my face before man's on my knees Rags to riches is the mantra Haters wanna know what I carry in my bag, but Don't think about it too much, you little Samphas You man are rats, I'm rats spelt backwards You and your pals, I'll give you pals spelt backwards You man are backwards, so I give it to you backwards Words than louder speak actions (Oh, f**ing hell) I make myself buss p**y, I'm a wa*ker I achieve, dem man are chiefs Eyebrowing me, fleek FA Cup flow Might be on the same pitch but we ain't in the same league [Hook: Yungen & Sneakbo] Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that But you ain't on nuttin' Said she take it from the back, nah, that was all chat Yeah, she ain't on nuttin' My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' My n***a, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' [Verse 5: Angel] She said she couldn't wait to beat (woop), took her out to eat She said she gon' ride me like a freak, but she weren't on nuttin' n***as see me in the street Thought it was about to get peak but they ain't on Ni ni ni, na na na, tell me why you fronting Oh my god, someone please tell me why they fronting Who has the keys for your yard? You ain't saying nothing Me and Sneak running sh** and my n***a Yungen [Verse 6: Benny Banks] I'm forever telling em If it ain't about money, it's irrelevant Benny, I'm all about the Benjamins Rappers say they're harder than who? Where the evidence? This is my house, you a resident And if I swallow my pride, I'mma bury it Ain't a single f**ing thing about me elegant A real don who do his dirt and didn't mention it They're hoping I give up under pressure, but never So I told em don't be bitter, be better instead of I'm on whatever, whatever the weather, fall and get up Kept my head up through that rainy weather without no umbrella Don't hate the player, hate the game I'm all about the money, give a f** about the fame Everybody know my name, put a rapper in his place I put it on my motherf**ing granny grave [Verse 7: Ghetts] Where should I begin? Little n***as playing postcode wars Well, I'm too old to give a f** whose area we're in I just wanna triple what's already in the bank And I remember being little, machete in my hand With certain man I grew with, now I can barely look at em I don't look down on nobody but Benjamin bu*ton My n***a ain't growing up How can you hate when you witnessed me suffer? They said that you would, I said "nah, that's my brudda" You beat a girl bareback and gave me the rubber Stop talking my name like a b**h in the borough f**boi, you ain't on nuttin' And you gon' get what you got comin' As for these rappers, they say they're going hard in the lab Well, I can't believe that until they drop something [Half-Hook: Yungen] Yeah, you say you're on this, and on that But you ain't on nuttin' Said she take it from the back, nah, that was all chat Yeah, she ain't on nuttin' [Verse 8: Cashtastic] You fake trappers, please show these lines that you're trapping on Your line still only does a queue, you're obviously trapping wrong You non-ambitious b**hes t**ng every day to crappy songs Turning up and don't know how to put a baby nappy on, nah You ain't on nada If you don't like me, s** your mother Straight, straight, if you don't, like Me, mate, s** your, mother Before Twitter, man, I set trends Don't borrow money, never make friends Letters getting thrown around in my ends Some a catch Ps, some a catch Ms, again Tell em I don't fear none of them As long as they bleed, I don't fear none of them Yeah, you know me, C-C-Cash The C in my name stands for creme de la creme, holla at me