No Talkin'

Ever been on a long road
Fucking all these hoes trying to get the code

Yea you nigga's old, all you nigga's old

Heard you niggas get froze when a nigga pulled up
Heard you niggas got scared when you heard of us

Why you can't even heard of us can't you even bear with us
I got a strap and I got it on ya

Might just pull up to Lenox today
Might just pull up and buy the wraith
Might just pull up get the fake... Oooooh

Put the fake on your bitch send her back to rob your ass then I put a hit
Talking 2K a hit

Come back with a brick
Then we pulling up with sticks

But I'm known for hitting licks
And I go and pop that shit
Gone and take a shit on yourself cause you niggas gotta get your belt up

They know I'm the shit, know I'm rich, and they know I'm rich
Bag me a brick get me a sack and I ran up a big

Run up the store with ya hoe, pulling up with the blow
Pull up with ya hoe and I call her hoe, say her name Tammy want some more
Aye baby got some white on floor, gone and sell that shit give me 200 for a show

They treat me like a king cause I'm on the benz
In my city they hated on me but I got it up
Ran up a bag and I bagged it up, wanna flex on all of ya
Yea I'm about to fuck it up
Watch you see me on top you looking at from the bottom
Here's another bottle
Think you getting drunk better look at who you modding
Shoot you in your brain make you know who I am

Heard you nigga's so lame
Heard you nigga's can't even say my name
Every time I pop you see my name
Every time I pop I don't meed no security or no flame

Pulling up hot, pulling up cops
Taking 12 on high speed yea we getting it gone
Think I'm going to jail ain't do shit for my little wrongs

Just tryna run the bag up, get the pack up



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Writer(s): Ant’ Gee
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