Say No Mo'
(I don't know dude fuckin ship it)
(Ship it dog I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn me up
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)
They don't be callin me Terror for nothin
I'm always up to somethin
I'm bumpin lines in a 4 doe slumpin
Dunkin on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight they wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud until they ears ring
This rap game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling, I'll start mingling
Off top like Mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like some cereal
Here we go bitch, crack it open
I rollin' up a doobie, hockin loogies while I'm smokin
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo' thang broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to ya hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree
You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast yo' ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette?
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'
(I really do)
(let it ride)
(let it ride out 'til it dry out)
Well, how it be, what it do?
Yeah fool, I'm lookin' at you
I been in it fo a minute
Can't limit what I do
So what's the deal?
Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it
Lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want
It's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet
No necklace
I'm blessed with a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest
You know I'm next
And you can keep your bloody check
'Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin out the choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make ya head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on and
Like I said before yo my shit go
Like wheels on a track
Ya ain't even know
Say no mo'
(Ship it dog I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn me up
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)
They don't be callin me Terror for nothin
I'm always up to somethin
I'm bumpin lines in a 4 doe slumpin
Dunkin on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight they wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud until they ears ring
This rap game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling, I'll start mingling
Off top like Mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like some cereal
Here we go bitch, crack it open
I rollin' up a doobie, hockin loogies while I'm smokin
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo' thang broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to ya hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree
You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast yo' ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette?
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'
(I really do)
(let it ride)
(let it ride out 'til it dry out)
Well, how it be, what it do?
Yeah fool, I'm lookin' at you
I been in it fo a minute
Can't limit what I do
So what's the deal?
Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it
Lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want
It's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet
No necklace
I'm blessed with a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest
You know I'm next
And you can keep your bloody check
'Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin out the choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make ya head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on and
Like I said before yo my shit go
Like wheels on a track
Ya ain't even know
Say no mo'
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Writer(s): Tanner Petulla
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