mixed alittle bit of nothin

A high-energy West Coast hip-hop track featuring aggressive, rhythmic male vocals over a minimalist, bass-heavy production, The beat is centered around a deep, distorted 808 sub-bass line and a sharp, syncopated drum pattern consisting of a crisp snare on the 2 and 4, rapid-fire hi-hat rolls, and a punchy kick, A dark, repetitive minor-key synth pluck provides the melodic foundation, creating a tense and gritty atmosphere, The vocal delivery is fast-paced and percussive, utilizing frequent internal rhymes and rhythmic ad-libs, The structure follows a standard verse-chorus format with a brief spoken intro, The mix is clean with the vocals sitting prominently in the center, treated with light compression and subtle reverb, while the low-end is prioritized for a club-ready sound, The tempo is approximately 98 BPM in the key of C minor

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma let my man Scoop talk his shit, you dig?

[Chorus]
For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real
Threw away forever for a temporary feel
Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is
But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing
For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real
Threw away forever for a temporary feel
Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is
But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing

[Verse 1]
Shawty moving crazy for some temporary feels
Real nigga motion got skills to pay the bills
Traded for a nigga that can't do nothing real
Tripping over hoes, why I'm tripping for some bills?
Girl, is this really how you feel?
Swore you wanted a man, one that's moving really real
Tripping over niggas that can't even pay his bills
Thought you wanted gold, something really real
Done bid with bad ones not worth the effort
Not worth the dirt under my Sketchers
Brother chase heart, she chasing my 'yes sir'
Back porch splash, no effort to catch her
PSA, PSA
Sometimes brother, you just need to move around
Drop her like a bad habit
Damn homie, on my mama
If you don't make the right move I'ma send you left
You dig? Now this dance jig me a little bit, you heard? (Aye, aye)

[Verse 2]
I'm K-S-K-D acting, yeah a nigga really P
I have a bitch upon a plate, really bleeding feet
Hey, I told little baby, bring the blues back to me
Yeah, she really got my pockets real full, poking out the jeans
Yeah, you know that, I don't need one bitch, I need three
On my mama, and every bitch gon' pay me
Yeah, I'm getting money, niggas hate me
I could talk how I want, she gon' chase me
On the dead homies, yeah I'm really from the West
Yeah, I'm getting to this money, all that shit a test
Yeah, I put on some Issey different than the rest
I ain't worried about your feelings, yeah I'm about a check
On my mama, yeah I'm really gon' win
I and my dawg gotta break it with my twin
On my brother, yeah I'm praying to God every single night
She gon' put it right up in my hand, get me right
Baby you know I'm P, I see you peeking but you ain't speaking
I have you on Figueroa, I have you on Boto Highway
You know I'm back and forth, baby I need my bread
Pockets need to be fed, I don't care what you looking like today

2711/7500

[Intro] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma let my man Scoop talk his shit, you dig? [Chorus] For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real Threw away forever for a temporary feel Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real Threw away forever for a temporary feel Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing [Verse 1] Shawty moving crazy for some temporary feels Real nigga motion got skills to pay the bills Traded for a nigga that can't do nothing real Tripping over hoes, why I'm tripping for some bills? Girl, is this really how you feel? Swore you wanted a man, one that's moving really real Tripping over niggas that can't even pay his bills Thought you wanted gold, something really real Done bid with bad ones not worth the effort Not worth the dirt under my Sketchers Brother chase heart, she chasing my 'yes sir' Back porch splash, no effort to catch her PSA, PSA Sometimes brother, you just need to move around Drop her like a bad habit Damn homie, on my mama If you don't make the right move I'ma send you left You dig? Now this dance jig me a little bit, you heard? (Aye, aye) [Chorus] For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real Threw away forever for a temporary feel Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing For a little bit of nothing you gave us something real Threw away forever for a temporary feel Now you calling my phone saying you miss what it is But you traded this love for a little bit of nothing [Verse 2] I'm K-S-K-D acting, yeah a nigga really P I have a bitch upon a plate, really bleeding feet Hey, I told little baby, bring the blues back to me Yeah, she really got my pockets real full, poking out the jeans Yeah, you know that, I don't need one bitch, I need three On my mama, and every bitch gon' pay me Yeah, I'm getting money, niggas hate me I could talk how I want, she gon' chase me On the dead homies, yeah I'm really from the West Yeah, I'm getting to this money, all that shit a test Yeah, I put on some Issey different than the rest I ain't worried about your feelings, yeah I'm about a check On my mama, yeah I'm really gon' win I and my dawg gotta break it with my twin On my brother, yeah I'm praying to God every single night She gon' put it right up in my hand, get me right Baby you know I'm P, I see you peeking but you ain't speaking I have you on Figueroa, I have you on Boto Highway You know I'm back and forth, baby I need my bread Pockets need to be fed, I don't care what you looking like today

0/500