Null & Void - Pardison Fontaine

First floor

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Null and void

All a bunch of- First niggas talking lately

Look, yeah

All that talking null and void

Got a hole bunch of nothing, look (None, look)

Aaargh (Aaargh)

First floor

Look, I said these niggas rappin'

They ain’t fucking with the boy, what

If you ain’t making money, sorry null and void

All that talking that you’re doing, uh, all a bunch of noise

If you ain’t making money nigga, it’s null and void (Null and)

Null and void

Why it’s null and void?

Judged a man from the boys from the price of their toys

Lately my pocket looking like they on 'roids

And the lady at the bank told me I’m catching up to Floyd

Oh shit, who that is?

Tell that bad bitch to strip for me

I was up in Sue’s last night, throwing red money

Tell them niggas plotting', took your Bentley thing they get from me

I’m in here with wild cats, Arizona, Kentucky

Outside of the hood, my name ain’t known

But I ain’t tripping of that, because it won’t take long

My dawg called the old man, he in a land of his own

And my brother 40 walking 'round looking like he just came home

I said now everywhere you go you see my niggas, like a class pic

These niggas ain’t who they claim to be, that’s a catfish

My girl said she gon' leave me, I keep fucking with these ratchets

The Rari go «Skrrrt», let me see the police catch this

And yeah, I got some money

But you ain’t finna get it

Girl, fucking with me you can’t get nothing, but pregnant

And now I don’t like these rappers, man they trash anyway

You ain’t gotta give me my credit, I’ll take cash any day

Put some blast anyway, my niggas blast any day

Put some hole up in yo shit, let it breathe, ventilate

My nigga, that’s where I’m from

That’s how my niggas get down

That’s how your bitches go missing

That’s how your niggas get found

What

All that talking, null and void

Hole bunch of none, look

First floor

Look, I said these niggas rappin'

They ain’t fucking with the boy, what

If you ain’t making money, sorry null and void

All that talking that you’re doing, uh, all a bunch of noise

If you ain’t making money nigga, it’s null and void

Now what a wonderful feeling

This is real as it gets

Said my bitch is a dime, and my brothers a nig

I’ve been ballin' all year not a scuff on my kicks

I caught the bitch that was fronting, another one of the list

Anybody that’s hating, they get laid of stiff

My niggas shoot from anywhere, like they J.R. Smith

Your girl told me you was here

She told me come to the crib

These hoes foul, real foul, on some playoff shit

And we’re having it again, players losing their cool and their poise here,

over what seems to be normal NBA fouls

Aw hell, young legendary, any means necessary

Anybody better than me, already dead and buried

Might not be the case, but I’m close and that’s very scary

Plus I’m working harder than Barack Obama’s secretary

Hood superstar, I don’t know what I’ma do next

Real nigga, I got all my hoes in a group text

After I beat the beat up, pussy you next

I’m thinking four hoes, put them bitches in a suplex

I’m sippin' my Henney, I’m living my life

Two things that any girl could use is some dick and advice

I hope Father forgive me, I ain’t livin' it right

I was a guard when I was hooping, but I’m a center tonight

And nigga I ain’t never coming, bitch I’ve arrived

I’m young, I’m black and I’m gifted, surprise

I came into this rap shit ready to kill something

You looking at a young nigga without a chill-button

Ha