No Reason 2 (feat. Lil Semi)

Aye, huh
She want me to fuck her but I can't
She a whore for me but you think she a saint, yeah
It is what it is but it ain't what it ain't
After she did what she did she know shit can't be the same
I know she can't feel my pain
You don't know what I had to lose just to gain
You don't how hard I be workin' just to make it
And they ain't give us shit you know we had to take it
She know I keep it real with her no I can't fake it

All these bitches love me for No Reason, yeah
Finger on the trigger I'mma squeeze it, yeah
She want me to be her man but I can't be it, no
And she say she got a plan but I don't see it, no
On my bro, all these hoes gone go
I got this choppa on me you know I'm gone let it blow
I got his bitch up on me so I had to let her go
I don't really think you should wife the bitch thought I should let you know
Smokin' straight exotic, I'm high right out my body
I know that's your thotie but she still gone come top me
Don't try to rob me
It's not gon' end up good for you, no they can't stop me
These bitches not no good for you I feel like Mozzy

I'm strapped up everywhere I go I'm kamikaze
I fuck her friend and yeah you know she still gon' top me
I'm in the lobby
I gotta watch my back cause' I'm not anybody

These niggas keep hatin' for no reason, no
My bitch keep complaining for no reason, no
Say you take them drugs for no reason, no
I got all these problem you won't even know

Every time I go outside you know I gotta keep it on me
Drum on fifty, ain't gon' like I got like fifty homies
It's get rich or die tryin' I feel like 50 homie
Told this bitch to quit lyin' she know she hit my homie
Please don't push me to the edge, I swear I'm close to it
I only fuck that nigga bitch cause' I was suppose to do it
And this bitch know I'm the shit, no I don't got to prove it
I got my stick up in this lick don't make no fuckin' movement

I might up this bitch and blow it depending on what my mood is
Better be careful what I'm on could make my fuckin' mood switch
And if it ain't bout' money then we can't talk about it
I hung up and toid her when I'm sober we can talk about it
If a nigga try me I'm a artist put white chalk around 'em
These niggas just be all in the way and I just walk around 'em
Boy that is some Thousand, with a couple thousand
Had to make my own way I did not get allowance
I was twelve tryna' count it so I had to round it
She say she looking for the one you think she might of found it
They ain't 08, put my song on a ringtone
She pull up playing this shit like a theme



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Writer(s): Forrest Glasper
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