No Hesitaion

(Yea)
(Ahhhh)
(Yeaa, Ah-Ah)

Look at this chain around my neck you see this bitch flooded with diamonds
Feel like I'm playing hide and seek because these niggas keep on hiding
It's time for war, I pass the glock
No hesitation, Always sliding
The way he look me in my eyes
Right then I noticed that he slime

Gucci Sweater on (Huh) feeling fresh as fuck
Hop up out that car we get to bussin'
We don't give a fuck
And we knock shit out like mayweather
When we slide we ain't gon' say nothing
And the streets ain't the way that you make money
Got his iron but he ain't gon' shoot nothing
GMG on top making big money

Got stay smart cause' these niggas move funny
My bitch bang crip she stay with blue hundreds
We been had drip, we straight out the water
Ain't going for nothing got that from my father
Ain't seen her in years I told her she smart
Couple songs on the phone but the stu going harder
On the gram kicked up
Me and your daughter
Brodie stay blicked up, big ass dog

Finna be out the bay
Shot in his mouth he had nothing to say
Double cup sipping I'm feeling amazing
Need me a rich bitch sum like blasian
Micahiya on point, you know she ain't changing
I ain't even rich why a fuck nigga hating
Stay off the gram we don't do no debating
Your man in the dirt who you blaming?
Walk in the mall and I spend what your saving
(Me and LulSwerve we gon ball like the lakers)
(Stay with the real, we don't fuck with the fakers)
(Cuttin' off bitches and counting my paper)

Look at this chain around my neck you see this bitch flooded with diamonds
Feel like I'm playing hide and seek because these niggas keep on hiding
It's time for war, I pass the glock
No hesitation, Always sliding
The way he look me in my eyes
Right then I noticed that he slime

Gucci Sweater on (Huh) feeling fresh as fuck
Hop up out that car we get to bussin'
We don't give a fuck
And we knock shit out like mayweather
When we slide we ain't gon' say nothing
And the streets ain't the way that you make money
Got his iron but he ain't gon' shoot nothing
GMG on top making big money

E gon' shoot for the heart
Brodie start playing got popped like a tart
Pulling the strings like I'm playing guitar
Bitch I was tired come fuck me tomorrow
First big check finna pop us a bottle
Bought her some clothes she gon' dress like a model
Liking her picture she ain't get no follow
Nigga stay down I learned that from my father

Finna be out the bay
Shot in his mouth he had nothing to say
Double cup sipping I'm feeling amazing
Need me a rich bitch sum like blasian
Micahiya on point, you know she ain't changing
I ain't even rich why a fuck nigga hating
Stay off the gram we don't do no debating
Your man in the dirt who you blaming?
Walk in the mall and I spend what your saving



Credits
Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes
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