Izaya Versus - nobody* Lyrics

Yeah

Imma pour another drink up
Hit the plug to reup
Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up
She calling me a cheater
I know she's not a keeper
I said this shit before
No I don't think that I need ya

I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all
I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own
Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call
Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol
So pour the Henny up

Okay, I'm tryna celebrate cuz lately I been feeling stuck, aye
Might take another sip although I think I've had enough, aye
My tank on empty but this gas is gonna wake me up, aye
Ain't no sleeping in, inhale, yeah I breathe it in, okay.

Now I'm fiending and I think I need a couple more, okay
Hit the plug up and he met us at the corner store, okay
Shorty hit my line and said lets hit this party up
Then we got there and the bodies hit the f*cking floor, aye
Opps running out that door, okay
Pop, hit him in his arm, okay
If its up there, then its stuck there, let it f*cking soar, aye
Knock knock at your door, aye
Im in your house, no Cory
I'm with your bitch, we taking shots, so

Imma pour another drink up
Hit the plug to reup
Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up
She calling me a cheater
I know she's not a keeper
I said this shit before
No I don't think that I need ya

I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all
I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own
Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call
Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol
So pour the Remy up

Or maybe the Dusse
Your bitch she be choosing, okay
The f*ck is you doing
You act like a nuisance, okay
`Me, I am a big dog
They call me a loser, okay
And now she is pissed off
Because I just called her Uber, okay, yea

Talking down on my gang, get hit up by my shooter
She hit me up everyday, to conversate, my phone I had to mute it
I know her nigga lame, I feel her pain, but no I didn't choose him
I'm doing what I can, I put my pain into this f*cking music
All my niggas got aim, no paparazzi, my boy Cam a shooter
Goin hard in the paint, no Waka Flocka, told that hoe lets do it
Working all night and day, until the sun up, until we hear them roosters
I know it's early but I think I need some more

So imma pour another drink up
Hit the plug to reup
Going way too hard it's getting hard for them to keep up
She calling me a cheater
I know she's not a keeper
I said this shit before
No I don't think that I need ya

I don't need nobody, not a single soul at all
I feel like a nobody when I'm all up on my own
Hit up my shorty, she gon answer when I call
Sipping something dirty, no this ain't no alcohol