None of That

Thirty five sacks in the back no running back
Twenty five cents in my pocket need a quarter back
Dirty Louis v in the trunk where's the laundromat
Yes I'm new to rapping someone hand my ass a starter pack
No I wasn't banging wasn't slanging yeah no trap

Fuck it run up it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that

I wasn't counting up them stacks
I wasn't swinging metal bats
I wasn't clutching on them gats
I put my shoes up on the mat
Rapping till my lips get chapped
I put my thumb inside her snatch
She look up like boy you bad
I said oh yeah just a tad
Yes I might look like a chad
But with my lyrics I can brag
I can bend that word just like I bent a baddy
She look up and call me daddy
Fashion drippy I be savvy
Yes I'm lifting I be natty
Ain't no killa rip pappy
Yeah yo music made me happy
Yo flow it got me trappy
I might look hard but I am sappy
Got that flow where haters cap me
But you cant stop a player go ahead and fucking fap me
Go ahead and fucking fap me

Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back know I gotta get a plaque
Get a bag run it back cheese no pepper jack
Fuck you up talk shit no I ain't mention that

I ain't mention that shit
Light up the room just look at my wrist
Water so wet just check on yo bitch
You know that she wet she loving my drip
Got gucci bape and dolce
Yo bitch she off the rosé
She for the streets the roads aye
I'm balling like d rose aye
There's one eye like I'm fetty
This a party need confetti
Serving white just like a yeti
Maybe like I'm betty
Molly got me sweaty
Fuck that bitch and leave her I'm too petty
Flow so nasty it's too deadly
Check my chest no heart it's empty
Main my right but write with lefty
I'm so different yeah I'm ready
Rising up I'm moving steady
Thoughts to sharp big machete
You can't bear it you ain't teddy yeah
But yo bitch she getting stuffed
You get beat if you thinking that you tough
Dropping bangers on the reg but it's not enough
Got more up in my vault now it's going up
On the stage, they going nuts
They know our names they knowing us
I don't smoke but roll one up
I don't smoke but roll one up

Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh- uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back nuh-uh none of that
Fuck it up run it back know i gotta get a plaque
Get a bag run it back cheese no pepper jack
Fuck you up talking shit no I ain't mention that (Nah)