No Strings: We Out Now
Got no strings on me nigga ain't satisfied with no leash, I
Ain't no codependent, niggas in the Co. depending on me, I
Look death in the eyes, several times, made him scurry like a bitch (Bitch)
Everybody in AMG'll take a life 'bout this shit (Bitch)
Pack it up like sardines, it get deeper than a marine
I was in New Orleans
Hundred thousand hands on me
Things change
You can count on me to remain the same (Look)
No strings on my tennis shoes, we out now
It's time for y'all to tap in, we out now
Hit my number on the same phone, we out now
It took two years for me to free myself, we out now
I might charge yo ass a whole fee
You too close nigga ease up
Yeen tough, a nigga G'd ya
A couple million won't please us
They was like oh cool he high up in the sky coachees
M-A-C-Y parade, how a nigga float for the feast
Nigga I'm free, freelance
Nigga stealing flows I need that
Back, crack open a pack of the potion
Back to the wall like defense (huh)
Shoulda never dove in the deep end
Nigga I'm hoping that we can catch you while your exposed in the region
Don't you let me be home for the weekend
Then we back again
Heard that nigga had an accident
Family mourning like a matinee
We roll deep like a manatee
Lemme nut in the cookie like a macadamia
Then go watch My Hero Academia
Then go back home fuck the fucking family up
And tell them fuck boys, it's time to ante up
We out now
Aight, let me be serious
Gimme that shit
Ain't no codependent, niggas in the Co. depending on me, I
Look death in the eyes, several times, made him scurry like a bitch (Bitch)
Everybody in AMG'll take a life 'bout this shit (Bitch)
Pack it up like sardines, it get deeper than a marine
I was in New Orleans
Hundred thousand hands on me
Things change
You can count on me to remain the same (Look)
No strings on my tennis shoes, we out now
It's time for y'all to tap in, we out now
Hit my number on the same phone, we out now
It took two years for me to free myself, we out now
I might charge yo ass a whole fee
You too close nigga ease up
Yeen tough, a nigga G'd ya
A couple million won't please us
They was like oh cool he high up in the sky coachees
M-A-C-Y parade, how a nigga float for the feast
Nigga I'm free, freelance
Nigga stealing flows I need that
Back, crack open a pack of the potion
Back to the wall like defense (huh)
Shoulda never dove in the deep end
Nigga I'm hoping that we can catch you while your exposed in the region
Don't you let me be home for the weekend
Then we back again
Heard that nigga had an accident
Family mourning like a matinee
We roll deep like a manatee
Lemme nut in the cookie like a macadamia
Then go watch My Hero Academia
Then go back home fuck the fucking family up
And tell them fuck boys, it's time to ante up
We out now
Aight, let me be serious
Gimme that shit
Credits
Writer(s): Nahree Wages, Jonathan Brown, Sylvester Lokken
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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