No Favors
Run it back
Yea Yea Yea
Fool ass nigga
Aye Broke ass nigga uh yea
Fuckin' play wit' me nigga
You lil' broke ass nigga look
Bitch
I guess it ain't no such thing as a favor
Quit all that sneak dissin' nigga keep it player
Deez ol' rappin' ass nigga steady cappin'
If it's a problem nigga let's get to that action
Hamp Squad Ladder Money that's my faction
I'm the boss I'm the owner I'm the Captain
I got the racks in the middle of cabinet
I keep the clips in the drawers bitch what's happenin'
You broke ass niggas don't even be on what I be on
I keep it pushin' I ain't postin' wit no peons
I'd rather post up wit' a brick and get the D gone
Aye City nigga Keyshawn Country nigga Deion
Got another reup this nigga still fucked up
Crowdfunding money just to throw another function
Shortcake never dark-skinned devil
If a nigga wanna dance bitch I'm whatever
Keep a pistol in my pants
Do it for the fam these niggas do it for gram
I do it for the grands these niggas do it for the fame
Niggas clout-chasin' just to come up in the game
And bitch I been a 100 and that's how I'm gon' remain
Real shit
And I ain't checkin' in I'm just gon' take a field trip
Meet me in the field if you wanna get ya issue
I'm wipin' nigga's nose so don't forget ya box of tissue
9 times outta 10 you got some niggas wit' you
10 shots out the 9 a make yo niggas miss you
And I will dust off this rusty revolver
380 shells at yo back who you callin'
Slide by yo bitch pussy drippin' I fall in
I ain't got no love for nobody bitch I'm heartless
I just left the club caught a body back to ballin'
I just hit the plug then the block catch a ball or a rock
Ain't no pause ain't no stoppin' I'm all in
Set the price I don't wanna bargain
Dope spot workin' out apartments
Trap niggas recognize the jargon yea
I could play the keys like an organ
Or start an LLC make a fortune
I can make a hit when I want to
And I can drop a bag and put em on you
Aye I'm still blowin' bags of that doe doe
I'm corner cuttin' shit like a low bid
I got the Xulas drippin' take a photo
I'm in the streets while you on the gram posted
What up
Let me chill man
A motherfuckin' bullet ain't got no name on it nigga
I'm just airin' shit out
Yea yea
Yea Yea Yea
Fool ass nigga
Aye Broke ass nigga uh yea
Fuckin' play wit' me nigga
You lil' broke ass nigga look
Bitch
I guess it ain't no such thing as a favor
Quit all that sneak dissin' nigga keep it player
Deez ol' rappin' ass nigga steady cappin'
If it's a problem nigga let's get to that action
Hamp Squad Ladder Money that's my faction
I'm the boss I'm the owner I'm the Captain
I got the racks in the middle of cabinet
I keep the clips in the drawers bitch what's happenin'
You broke ass niggas don't even be on what I be on
I keep it pushin' I ain't postin' wit no peons
I'd rather post up wit' a brick and get the D gone
Aye City nigga Keyshawn Country nigga Deion
Got another reup this nigga still fucked up
Crowdfunding money just to throw another function
Shortcake never dark-skinned devil
If a nigga wanna dance bitch I'm whatever
Keep a pistol in my pants
Do it for the fam these niggas do it for gram
I do it for the grands these niggas do it for the fame
Niggas clout-chasin' just to come up in the game
And bitch I been a 100 and that's how I'm gon' remain
Real shit
And I ain't checkin' in I'm just gon' take a field trip
Meet me in the field if you wanna get ya issue
I'm wipin' nigga's nose so don't forget ya box of tissue
9 times outta 10 you got some niggas wit' you
10 shots out the 9 a make yo niggas miss you
And I will dust off this rusty revolver
380 shells at yo back who you callin'
Slide by yo bitch pussy drippin' I fall in
I ain't got no love for nobody bitch I'm heartless
I just left the club caught a body back to ballin'
I just hit the plug then the block catch a ball or a rock
Ain't no pause ain't no stoppin' I'm all in
Set the price I don't wanna bargain
Dope spot workin' out apartments
Trap niggas recognize the jargon yea
I could play the keys like an organ
Or start an LLC make a fortune
I can make a hit when I want to
And I can drop a bag and put em on you
Aye I'm still blowin' bags of that doe doe
I'm corner cuttin' shit like a low bid
I got the Xulas drippin' take a photo
I'm in the streets while you on the gram posted
What up
Let me chill man
A motherfuckin' bullet ain't got no name on it nigga
I'm just airin' shit out
Yea yea
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Writer(s): Antwain Yancey
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