No Defense
Running to the bag I don't play defense
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kickin shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
Oh my God I hate hoes
Fuck up off my payroll
Bitch I ain't no a-hole
Just not afraid to say no
She want me to lay low
I want her to back the fuck up
Hoes be mad cause Antho up up
I'm a addict pour my cup up
She a actress Zoë Kravitz
I'm a savage living lavish
QP in my Louis baggage
2-piece chicken with the cabbage
Groupies trippin' cause they love me
Scottie Pippen going dummy
I'm so sick my nose be runny
I know I'm a wreck
Antho you a pest
You so cocky when you flex
And you hardly even next
But you talk like you the best
Fuck a critic fuck a hater
I'm ridiculous I'm a player
And my shit list full of bitches that's been plotting on my failure
Running to the bag I don't play defense
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kickin shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
Oh my God, honestly
Back the fuck up off of me
I don't do apologies
I'm swerving them, probably
Y'all can't even fuck with me you hatin' then you capping
Dusty ass bitch I had to wipe her with a napkin
Drippin like a pool
Saucin' barbecue
My plug hit me up he said meet me round 2
So that's what Imma do
I make my own moves
And paint my own picture mix the red with the blue pills
Who still
Tryna come up on a few mils
Tryna get this money and they looking at me funny
Cause I'm geeking' on the low
I'm on a mission and I'm in control
I hit the gas and I go
Call up my plug for the pack on the low
I got decisions so Imma get more
They speakin' fiction but trust me I don't
I been whipping crazy making plays Tom Brady
If you stay you gotta pay me you could ask my old lady
She a stunna, I'm a stunna
Do the dash like a runna
And my current hoe stupid but my last hoe dumba
I don't wanna be a nuisance
I do what I wanna
Yeah I heard your raps on Instagram and that shit gave me trauma
Cause I could tell you weak
Capping while you speak
Actin like you g
I'm suburban as can be
Mixin bourbon in my tea
Steady swerving in the Jeep
I be lurking in the V
They get nervous when I speak
Runnin to the bag I don't play defense
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kicking shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kickin shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
Oh my God I hate hoes
Fuck up off my payroll
Bitch I ain't no a-hole
Just not afraid to say no
She want me to lay low
I want her to back the fuck up
Hoes be mad cause Antho up up
I'm a addict pour my cup up
She a actress Zoë Kravitz
I'm a savage living lavish
QP in my Louis baggage
2-piece chicken with the cabbage
Groupies trippin' cause they love me
Scottie Pippen going dummy
I'm so sick my nose be runny
I know I'm a wreck
Antho you a pest
You so cocky when you flex
And you hardly even next
But you talk like you the best
Fuck a critic fuck a hater
I'm ridiculous I'm a player
And my shit list full of bitches that's been plotting on my failure
Running to the bag I don't play defense
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kickin shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
Oh my God, honestly
Back the fuck up off of me
I don't do apologies
I'm swerving them, probably
Y'all can't even fuck with me you hatin' then you capping
Dusty ass bitch I had to wipe her with a napkin
Drippin like a pool
Saucin' barbecue
My plug hit me up he said meet me round 2
So that's what Imma do
I make my own moves
And paint my own picture mix the red with the blue pills
Who still
Tryna come up on a few mils
Tryna get this money and they looking at me funny
Cause I'm geeking' on the low
I'm on a mission and I'm in control
I hit the gas and I go
Call up my plug for the pack on the low
I got decisions so Imma get more
They speakin' fiction but trust me I don't
I been whipping crazy making plays Tom Brady
If you stay you gotta pay me you could ask my old lady
She a stunna, I'm a stunna
Do the dash like a runna
And my current hoe stupid but my last hoe dumba
I don't wanna be a nuisance
I do what I wanna
Yeah I heard your raps on Instagram and that shit gave me trauma
Cause I could tell you weak
Capping while you speak
Actin like you g
I'm suburban as can be
Mixin bourbon in my tea
Steady swerving in the Jeep
I be lurking in the V
They get nervous when I speak
Runnin to the bag I don't play defense
Yes I want the racks it ain't no secret
Lil bitch do not press me is you tweaking
Kicking shit like Messi on the weekend, geeking
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Writer(s): Anthony Miranda
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