Ain't on nuttin' (remix part 2)

[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 nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, 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 shit, niggas 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 bitch
Met her in July, flew her out in August
She gonna tell you that she loved this shit

[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 kill another rapper
Real calm, I ain't into all the passa
2015, man, I'm pissing on the scene
Everybody tek time, I'm just filling up my bladder
Oh shit, got me like "fuck these pricks"
Pull up in my whip, don't slip, swerve and dip
I don't say a word 'bout the clips
But these niggas still know what it is
Yeah, the tint's too dark, and you know my niggas don't talk
Ask Flipz, know my niggas don't bark
Grinding for days, man I might light up a rave
Little nigga better mind what you say, little fuckboi [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 cock-suckers
You know them bruddas ain't on nuttin'
Ain't got shit, 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, fuc*** hell)
I make myself buss pussy, I'm a wanker
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 nigga, how you mean?
Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
My nigga, 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'
Niggas 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 shit and my nigga 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 fuc*** 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 motherfucking granny grave

[Verse 7: Ghetts]
Where should I begin?
Little niggas 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 Button
My nigga 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 bitch in the borough
Fuckboi, 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 bitches twerking 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, suck your mother
Straight, straight, if you don't, like
Me, mate, suck 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