Got Nothing on Me Version Comparison

Main archive lyrics

Intro
Young young nigga but Im bummin like a double OG
Fuck one barrel got a double on me
I got backpack cash keep a duffel on me
And Im on the shrooms keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me

Verse 1
Ooh more drip than a typhoon
And I got a way with words Doc Seuss
And I always keep some killers in the room
Make the tool go Ooh
VVS Jewels go Ooh
Shine like a gold tooth
Im the new ting
Youre the old news
Red bottom drippin like a Piru
Bet your man cant do what I was gon do
Girl you better pick a side its him or I
Go on and leave him sick inside need an MRI
She know Ive been gettin high see it in my eyes
Avoid the laws ayy
Pop pills with my bros ayy
Hide the blues in the bag so they dont see
They checked the Gucci they forgot to check the Dolce
Vision blurry still drive Ima be straight
Pullin up early to the cash I wont be late
Chorus
Bummin like a double OG
Fuck one barrel got a double on me
I got backpack cash keep a duffel on me
And Im on the shrooms keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me

Verse 2
Stunt so damn hard I aint even notice she was standin there
I dont know about you but shit it feel like Im the man in here
With that choppa Im a hot boy
Got a fan in here
On the corner of your block boy like a thot boy
They hit your potato head turn to tater tots boy
Im a grown kid you still on that kids bop boy
Hung up on yo bitch if she hit me back tell her My phone died
Really I was talkin to a bitch I met on the north side
Feeling so confused yeah Im super high
Ask all the girls Im a super guy
Give my heart away such a stupid guy
Still I ball so hard I dont even try

Chorus
Bummin like a double OG
Fuck one barrel got a double on me
I got backpack cash keep a duffel on me
And Im on the shrooms keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
But Im bummin like a double OG
Fuck one barrel got a double on me
I got backpack cash keep a duffel on me
And Im on the shrooms keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me
Your boyfriend aint got nothing on me
Got nothing on me got nothing on me

Got Nothing On Me (Your Boyfriend)

Yeah, I'm finna keep the chorus though, that shit's tight
It goes on
It goes on and on and on, hey
She goes on and on and on, hey
It ain't no righting my wrongs, my wrongs, am I wrong? hey
I'm gonna keep goin' on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
I know you don't like it when I say this
I know my music all on your playlist
You gon' listen to me, you ain't gotta say shit
Can't judge a nigga, you don't have a bailiff
I'm hopin' that I make sense
They ain't gang, I remember when I took shit
Break shit, the way I always shake shit, like Haitians
She callin' me amazing, up in Cali, we were stargazing
She told me she needed a vacation, I'll be in Hell waiting
I go on and on and on
Ain't no such thing as righting wrongs, I'm just writing these songs
She goes on and on and on, hey
She goes on and on and on and on, hey
Ain't no need in righting my wrongs, am I wrong, I'm so wrong, hey
She goes, on and on and on and on, and on and on and on
Last week was a bad week
I was runnin' shit, track meet, after track meet
Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak
Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak
Bad bitch ran a train like a rally
L.A. girls ain't no good, word to Cali
Work my demons out, I took 'em straight to Balis, uh, yeah, ayy
Put my dick up in her belly, the beast, yeah, the belly, ayy
Pissin' on these hoes, feel like I'm R. Kelly, ayy
Little Caesars with this shit, it's hot and ready, ayy
I don't got a gun, I keep me a machete, ayy, it get bloody, ayy
And I could go on and on and on and on and on, hey
She goes on and on and on, hey
She goes on and on and on, hey
I'm tryna right my wrongs, am I wrong, am I wrong, am I wrong? Hey
It goes on and on and on, and on and on and on