NO NO

They ain't there when you down bad (That's a no no)
They don't never wanna go half (That's a no no)
They ain't never got your back (That's a no no)
When they need shit they hitting your Jack (That's a no no)

He ain't never paid you back (That's a no no)
When they talk it ain't no facts (That's a no no)
Talking drugs but he don't trap (That's a no no)
Lying bout shit he ain't had (That's a no no)

You a leech
Yo mama a leech
Your brother a leech
Your auntie ya good man up top
Shaky man down bottom

My cousin
His cousin
Everybody out this mother fucka

And I was down bad last week looked to my right hand and he told me he ain't got it
Couple days later when I came up he was down bad on his last wit a hand on my wallet

That's the shit I can't stand how I call you my man
Break bread then you gone like the breeze and a fan

When you up and I call you ain't ever picking up
But you back on my side when you back in a jam

Only when it's beneficial when you fucking wit me
And yea I got a good heart but it's fucking wit me

And I be damned if I keep letting people use me
Supporting these people so they can lose me

Like remote in the house
Put these nuts in ya mouth
And go get fucked like a girl groupie

Won't hesitate for shit
Wanna leave you can dip
I ain't letting nobody drain my inner G

They ain't there when you down bad (That's a no no)
They don't never wanna go half (That's a no no)
They ain't never got your back (That's a no no)
When they need shit they hitting your Jack (That's a no no)

He ain't never paid you back (That's a no no)
When they talk it ain't no facts (That's a no no)
Talking drugs but he don't trap (That's a no no)
Lying bout shit he ain't had (That's a no no)

Got damn Mr. Jackson
Keep hitting all these jacks Smokey
Fuck you think you in the yard

Oh you think you
You think you a trapper or something huh
What you selling

These niggas ain't moving no weight
Keep talking bout .448
Like they really in the gym
Couldn't bench press twin and he only 100 pounds
Y'all niggas out of shape

Like y'all niggas El Chapo
Pussy El Gato
I ain't even in the street to know y'all a fraud though

Know real killers on like every block
Wit a mop clean a nigga up turn him into John Doe

Want some

Meatball or the half got em going by the lump some
Trust none
Everybody crash dummies tryna look like they on some

But I know when a nigga lying straight through his teeth
Don't look you in the eye
Claim he in beef

Now play this back and see how he act
The fake show pussy when a real one speak

They ain't there when you down bad (That's a no no)
They don't never wanna go half (That's a no no)
They ain't never got your back (That's a no no)
When they need shit they hitting your Jack (That's a no no)

He ain't never paid you back (That's a no no)
When they talk it ain't no facts (That's a no no)
Talking drugs but he don't trap (That's a no no)
Lying bout shit he ain't had (That's a no no)