No Hook

Shoutout 7Hunnna

I'm Innat Mode

Know me, I doubt it
I was a youngin misguided
Up in the trap, had to adapt
Had to maintain my surroundings

If we hungry we go to the store
See I'm hungry but I can eat more
And Im cooling with broski he fucking with bitches
But they never could get the Lo

It ain't bout money Nigga stop calling
You was not there pick me up when I'm falling
And we be smoking these woods, pull up to the hood
No good, that was like often

Passing my tests I was just guessing
I don't think you get the message
Shoutout my uncle for stressing and teaching me lessons
I did not turn into a felon

Man he a preacher
Boa I a teach ya
I get a bag break it down like a teacher
They see I'm up on a come up I had to go run up
A couple of verses and features

Shortie you never was there
Where was you at
Bitches they choose like it's this and it's that
Hate when they running they mouth and do shit for the clout
That's why I don't ever react

No I'm not new, not a beginner
Took couple losses to become a winner
Thinking he real but he fake now you hanging with snakes
Bet that backdoor a make you remember

I'm out when it's hot, put up in a winter
Pray to my god cause I know I'm a sinner
If you gone go off emotions You bitch boa you bogus
Just stop it it's making you limber

Stop calling my phone, I be declining
Why you keep whining
I'm trying to get to this cheddar
Can't fuck with niggas and bitches with different intentions
I'm seeing right through they vendetta

You cap like a header
Can't predict me like the weather
What you do I can do better
Same bitch thats keeping you happy gone text, call, and snap me
Cause I make her pussy get wetter

Hear me
Grasp it
Turn up the speakers blast it
Let me go of the top see I barley knew pops but remember em up in that casket
Stop it, Don't need the sentiment
I live my life like a movie in present tense
Most of these niggas be actors, Thinking they factors
Boa you irrelevant

Boa you irrelevant, Hesitant
Smoking this dope know you smelling it
Yo bitch she with me in traffic, smoking relaxing
I just might nail the bitch

Pull up to yo block, Pop out in yo city
If you be capping you can't get up with me
All of these niggas be actors, Thinking they factors
No I won't show them no pity

Ball like I'm Dennis, shoot and I finish
Pull up Skrt Skrt, windows be tinned
You want the Lo, No
Little bae I can't go
Just stop it it's none of your business

These bitches be crying, all on my phone
Just give me space, Leave me alone
I want the money, clout is not what I'm into
Shortie I'm making it known

Shortie I'm making it known
I want the money, clout is not what I'm into
Shortie I'm making it known

Bitch

NoBAP

YEAH

NoBAP, NoBAP, NoBAP



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Writer(s): Justin Patterson
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