No Lubrication
Gang
Woe life shit nigga rest up lil B nigga, you know what the fuck goin on nigga(Woe life shit Nigga)
Stop playin'
(Stop fuckin playing jhitt)
Aye
Gang
Nigga try to backstab, might turn around and shoot his ass
Bring a knife to a gun fight I bet I do his ass
Bullets going through his ass, blue tips out the FN
Imma have to put one in the head before I step in
This ain't no laptop but wody tryna sneak the tech in
Kick in his door, have his job thinking he slept in
All these young niggas steady dying for fame
Yo OG a bitch, that nigga never put yo ass on game
As I look in my reflection, reflectin on how I'm steppin'
Never had me a reverend or brethren givin' directions
Never needed no brethren expected to give protection
Forever keep my faith in my weapon and leave em' breathless
If I ever listened to lectures it made me better
Cold world where shit get hectic I keep a sweater
And I keep the lethal injection for desperate measures
My brain full but light as a feather looking for answers
Like shiid
Why its so easy to die?
Why I feel so safe with these hollow tips by my side?
Why these ain't got wings but they easy to let fly?
I ain't gotta be covered in oil so I can slide nigga
(I ain't gotta be covered in oil so I can slide nigga)
No lubrication nigga
(No cap nigga)
Aye
Hustle nigga, spend a rack and get it back
And if he ain't drop where he at then best believe we spinning back
Them niggas had done took a life and now they finna give one back
Bullets in yo heart like plaque and give yo ass a heart attack
We gave the opps a break, and now we picking up the slack
He wanted smoke but then he choked and then he had asthma attack
But fuck that, we gone give his ass a pump right where he at
Until the line that read back his cardiac start going flat
We Ain't fuckin' round
We gone keep going till he in the ground
We busy now
All this spinnin' got a nigga dizzy now
The glizzy bow
My glock had dick but it got titties now
We send em down
We some dog niggas throwing frisbees round'
(Nigga, we some dog niggas throwing frisbees round' nigga)
Aye
I just want an AP
Cold like the AC
Hustle like im Jay-Z
Saving like im JC
Bitches want my baby
Dumb hoe tried to play me
Haters neva faze me
My give a fuck lazy
My give a fuck barely
I just want my pockets on heavy
Bitch I'm working out till I'm sweaty
And my hustle deadly
You can catch me where ever the bread be
I'm in competition wit the Deli
(Know what I'm saying?)
(Ha)
Gang
Woe life shit nigga rest up lil B nigga, you know what the fuck goin on nigga(Woe life shit Nigga)
Stop playin'
(Stop fuckin playing jhitt)
Aye
Gang
Nigga try to backstab, might turn around and shoot his ass
Bring a knife to a gun fight I bet I do his ass
Bullets going through his ass, blue tips out the FN
Imma have to put one in the head before I step in
This ain't no laptop but wody tryna sneak the tech in
Kick in his door, have his job thinking he slept in
All these young niggas steady dying for fame
Yo OG a bitch, that nigga never put yo ass on game
As I look in my reflection, reflectin on how I'm steppin'
Never had me a reverend or brethren givin' directions
Never needed no brethren expected to give protection
Forever keep my faith in my weapon and leave em' breathless
If I ever listened to lectures it made me better
Cold world where shit get hectic I keep a sweater
And I keep the lethal injection for desperate measures
My brain full but light as a feather looking for answers
Like shiid
Why its so easy to die?
Why I feel so safe with these hollow tips by my side?
Why these ain't got wings but they easy to let fly?
I ain't gotta be covered in oil so I can slide nigga
(I ain't gotta be covered in oil so I can slide nigga)
No lubrication nigga
(No cap nigga)
Aye
Hustle nigga, spend a rack and get it back
And if he ain't drop where he at then best believe we spinning back
Them niggas had done took a life and now they finna give one back
Bullets in yo heart like plaque and give yo ass a heart attack
We gave the opps a break, and now we picking up the slack
He wanted smoke but then he choked and then he had asthma attack
But fuck that, we gone give his ass a pump right where he at
Until the line that read back his cardiac start going flat
We Ain't fuckin' round
We gone keep going till he in the ground
We busy now
All this spinnin' got a nigga dizzy now
The glizzy bow
My glock had dick but it got titties now
We send em down
We some dog niggas throwing frisbees round'
(Nigga, we some dog niggas throwing frisbees round' nigga)
Aye
I just want an AP
Cold like the AC
Hustle like im Jay-Z
Saving like im JC
Bitches want my baby
Dumb hoe tried to play me
Haters neva faze me
My give a fuck lazy
My give a fuck barely
I just want my pockets on heavy
Bitch I'm working out till I'm sweaty
And my hustle deadly
You can catch me where ever the bread be
I'm in competition wit the Deli
(Know what I'm saying?)
(Ha)
Gang
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Writer(s): Devonte Peek
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