No (feat. Cashinova)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

No, no
It's all the same everywhere I go
Like, oh there I go
No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck
Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go?
I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute
No!

Nah, sorry I don't really fuck with you dudes
I ain't comin' in with these fucking new shoes
Only dudes inside, that's lose-lose
I'm busy that day, I'm living that way
I'm busy as hell, man don't give me that face
I'm sorry I couldn't get out to your show
I was busy having sex with a woman (true)

Your whole persona look counterfeit (yeah)
You can count me out if you counted in
Your momma knew you wouldn't amount to shit
Look like you were waterboarded as a child and shit (yup)
You're so excited when I walk in the room
Does it look like I am excited 'bout you? (No)
Can you tell by my face I want to puke?
(Aw fuck it, y'all the worst)

No, no
It's all the same everywhere I go
Like oh there I go
No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck
Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go?
I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute
No!

Nah, you ain't poppin' like you say you is and everybody know it
Nah, I look like Santa sippin' red Fanta bout to slay these hoes
Nah, I been gettin' mine, I ain't got the time to play with these hoes
Nah, you was hating on me back when I was broke, I know how it go

Yeah, everybody got opinions
I ain't worried bout opinions that'll never change the vision
Lemme see what's on the menu, another rapper 'nother venue
I don't feel 'em, y'all know my flow venom
It's crazy 'cause they the ones bitin' on me really
I could probably put an end to any instrumental
Any rapper tryna get it even though he should already

No, no
It's all the same everywhere I go
Like, oh there I go
No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck
Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go?
I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute
No!

Fuck no, I ain't listen to your mixtape, ugh bitch, no
Tryna match weed when the weed don't match
I be like bitch, no
You need to buy your own drinks' motherfucker get your shit straight
Bitch, no
I don't need more like bitch, no
Twelve at the door like bitch, no

They think that they on my level whatcha talking, bitch, no
Are you mad I'm styling on you got it bumping? Bitch, no
Ain't no way in hell you could be on my level, bitch, no
I'm shining, shining, shining, shining

No, no
It's all the same everywhere I go
Like, oh there I go
No, look at you motherfucker woah, lame as fuck
Gosh, you got a party, do I want to go?
I'm like, let me think about it real quick for a minute
No!



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