No Featurez
Loudpackseason shit you feel me
Facts
Mmmm nah
Talk my shit right quick
I didn't wanna do it to niggas feel me
Fuck it
Look
I be that dangerous suit tie shoes on frazier cut
They be like damn zip shit that 2 seat ain't got space for us
I mean u plead the 5th I play with the 5th my plane ride is a lift shit
Off with his head I put on the wall right quick
But I need a lesser reason on why, why I shouldn't shoot this stress reliever
Mean that with less demeanor, old money put to rest this season
Don't like my bitch smiling just to paint a picture mona lisa
I mean this song ugly no features 1 speaker look but you know kick it judo
Kudos bullshit kukoč drawin 4's uno
But I gotta better move better move right or you better move
But I don't like bitter bitches betty boop's in the loop
But my whole city be jumping
I'm feeling like jason don't know wen I'm coming
So you better watch who you summon
Cus this whole summer can turn into something nigga don't make an assumption
Fuck trump yeah nigga I'll say it in public
Fuck the boys too, don't fuck with the government
Shit
I went bloody on that ya
Loudpack big 3 shit
That's crazy
Alright
Wait wah
Get caught with the blinky I'm spinning
They hating on risky they hating on caliber nigga I really don't get it
They hating on zip they hating on brissp don't even know why we was in it
I'm head honcho get ahead pronto
I was dead broke dish detergent was dead hand soap
But I'm with the Gilligans don Corleone family affiliative
Ready to kill again, I pop a e look like I'm in limitless
40 burn ya tongue shit Sicilian
Oven digiornio I'm leaving the stove hot shit lets drill again
But what you gon do for this stemies self claim yeah I did it already
These niggas ain't come back alive I walked in yeah came with a deady shit
I do not allow a nigga talking down or shit when I'm around
Ask me what I jack nothing but the loud I smoke it by the pound
Rolling the Zaza keep coughing so I keep me a aqua
Niggas be like poor James (oh no) sorry son wouldn't cry for a dollar shit
Come on jb I know you a god damn lie
Nah see I'm just being honest I jug and finesse and tell em I got it
Come on jb you know you got that loudpack
You be acting like you don't got that loud
You got that loud
Alright
I got em
Facts
Mmmm nah
Talk my shit right quick
I didn't wanna do it to niggas feel me
Fuck it
Look
I be that dangerous suit tie shoes on frazier cut
They be like damn zip shit that 2 seat ain't got space for us
I mean u plead the 5th I play with the 5th my plane ride is a lift shit
Off with his head I put on the wall right quick
But I need a lesser reason on why, why I shouldn't shoot this stress reliever
Mean that with less demeanor, old money put to rest this season
Don't like my bitch smiling just to paint a picture mona lisa
I mean this song ugly no features 1 speaker look but you know kick it judo
Kudos bullshit kukoč drawin 4's uno
But I gotta better move better move right or you better move
But I don't like bitter bitches betty boop's in the loop
But my whole city be jumping
I'm feeling like jason don't know wen I'm coming
So you better watch who you summon
Cus this whole summer can turn into something nigga don't make an assumption
Fuck trump yeah nigga I'll say it in public
Fuck the boys too, don't fuck with the government
Shit
I went bloody on that ya
Loudpack big 3 shit
That's crazy
Alright
Wait wah
Get caught with the blinky I'm spinning
They hating on risky they hating on caliber nigga I really don't get it
They hating on zip they hating on brissp don't even know why we was in it
I'm head honcho get ahead pronto
I was dead broke dish detergent was dead hand soap
But I'm with the Gilligans don Corleone family affiliative
Ready to kill again, I pop a e look like I'm in limitless
40 burn ya tongue shit Sicilian
Oven digiornio I'm leaving the stove hot shit lets drill again
But what you gon do for this stemies self claim yeah I did it already
These niggas ain't come back alive I walked in yeah came with a deady shit
I do not allow a nigga talking down or shit when I'm around
Ask me what I jack nothing but the loud I smoke it by the pound
Rolling the Zaza keep coughing so I keep me a aqua
Niggas be like poor James (oh no) sorry son wouldn't cry for a dollar shit
Come on jb I know you a god damn lie
Nah see I'm just being honest I jug and finesse and tell em I got it
Come on jb you know you got that loudpack
You be acting like you don't got that loud
You got that loud
Alright
I got em
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Writer(s): Othello Kirkpatrick
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