No Commotion
Take em back kickin' raps open mics over lunchtime
Even grade school Big Homie always had them punchlines
Middle school spittin' jewels, standin' in the lunch line
Switched to different chips and it's a different kinda crunch time
Nigga you might play about your money, I don't play bout mine
And Imma have my niggas line you up if you get outta line
All my bitches bad, boy your bitch ain't even kinda fine
You can't hit my line if that shit ain't bout no dollar signs
Not fuckin' with dishonesty, been homies since geometry
And nah we didn't try for B's we'd rather fuckin' light a B
Not sorry that I'll probably be what all you biters try to be
She sent me her location then we went to get some privacy
Now I got your bitch goin'
Now I'm pullin' on her, sewin'
That Bitch said she Home Alone
Told her call Macaulay Culkin
Now we smokin' on this potent
Kinda got a nigga floatin'
Now we sippin' on the potion
Got her wetter than the ocean
They don't want no commotion
Every track locomotion
Mike Jordan slow motion
At her walls like posters
Pullin' cards no jokers
Only smokin' west coaster's
Been known that y'all been known to just get thrown and then lose focus
I just been makin' the climb
Remember when days was just laggin' behind
I had to go get it it had to be mine
My taste too expensive I stay on the grind
Never can lack cuz I watch from all sides
They talkin' too crazy then stayin' inside
I went from jus sellin' to fuckin' supplyin', you fuckin' with me and then somebody dyin'
I'm flippin them packs
If you not my homie then you getting' taxed
I spit it, it's facts
You ain't in the trap, be you in your raps
Can't trust no homie, never too lonely, cuz I got it on me
I fucked his Bitch, he say he gon kill me
I know he talking bologna
Here we go again
Did a show and then
Blew through an O
I hope you knowin' that we don't pretend
I fucked that hoe and then she told so no we can't be friends
I'm sick of people always speakin' in a passive tense
You talking crazy homie what the fuck is happenin'
I'm smoking OG Kush you know it came from Pakistan
My weed plug African
Cocaine Colombian
Work hard like Mexican
My Bitch Kardashian
Even grade school Big Homie always had them punchlines
Middle school spittin' jewels, standin' in the lunch line
Switched to different chips and it's a different kinda crunch time
Nigga you might play about your money, I don't play bout mine
And Imma have my niggas line you up if you get outta line
All my bitches bad, boy your bitch ain't even kinda fine
You can't hit my line if that shit ain't bout no dollar signs
Not fuckin' with dishonesty, been homies since geometry
And nah we didn't try for B's we'd rather fuckin' light a B
Not sorry that I'll probably be what all you biters try to be
She sent me her location then we went to get some privacy
Now I got your bitch goin'
Now I'm pullin' on her, sewin'
That Bitch said she Home Alone
Told her call Macaulay Culkin
Now we smokin' on this potent
Kinda got a nigga floatin'
Now we sippin' on the potion
Got her wetter than the ocean
They don't want no commotion
Every track locomotion
Mike Jordan slow motion
At her walls like posters
Pullin' cards no jokers
Only smokin' west coaster's
Been known that y'all been known to just get thrown and then lose focus
I just been makin' the climb
Remember when days was just laggin' behind
I had to go get it it had to be mine
My taste too expensive I stay on the grind
Never can lack cuz I watch from all sides
They talkin' too crazy then stayin' inside
I went from jus sellin' to fuckin' supplyin', you fuckin' with me and then somebody dyin'
I'm flippin them packs
If you not my homie then you getting' taxed
I spit it, it's facts
You ain't in the trap, be you in your raps
Can't trust no homie, never too lonely, cuz I got it on me
I fucked his Bitch, he say he gon kill me
I know he talking bologna
Here we go again
Did a show and then
Blew through an O
I hope you knowin' that we don't pretend
I fucked that hoe and then she told so no we can't be friends
I'm sick of people always speakin' in a passive tense
You talking crazy homie what the fuck is happenin'
I'm smoking OG Kush you know it came from Pakistan
My weed plug African
Cocaine Colombian
Work hard like Mexican
My Bitch Kardashian
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Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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