No Chance
I'm bout my money I'm not with the chit chat
Buy moms a house and give her some big racks
Put 3 holes in a fuck nigga fitted cap
When dis song over I want y'all to run it back
Like a running back
Don't blow my phone up you won't get yo bitch back
Yo bitch on me like a wall and a thumb tack
I popped a perc and I feel like a ape
Happy ass beat now I feel like I'm drake
Go M.I.A Now I feel like I'm Kobe
So I spend my money on Fendi and Bape
I'm poppin my shit like a pimple or grape
Big body Benz I hopped in the tank
I don't got a gun but I keep me a shank
I'm running it up pull the racks out the bank
If u get close i will steal on yo mans
Spent dumb bread on these amiri pants
Fuck on you bih then I hit my lil' dance
Run up on who, no you won't get the chance
She is all on me and she stuck in a trance
You'll out rap who?
Nigga no you can't
She bad but she boring, she so fucking bland
Pour up a 4 like my name is kan kan
Y'all are my sons like when will y'all learn?
Should've dropped earlier thanks for the concern
I ain't like lil baby but it is my turn
She took my heart and left she left it to burn
(Yo bitch gave me too till I skeet skeet)
I just livin life just came back from a beach
Blood suckin nigga you is just leech
Got gold on my neck, got a Nike tech fleece
Just bought my bronem some subi jeans
She ask for the snap cus designer on me
He was talkin down now his house Swiss cheese
Yo man is a bench warmer he sit in the bleachers
I fuck wit my school won't talk down on my teachers
Buy moms a house and give her some big racks
Put 3 holes in a fuck nigga fitted cap
When dis song over I want y'all to run it back
Like a running back
Don't blow my phone up you won't get yo bitch back
Yo bitch on me like a wall and a thumb tack
I popped a perc and I feel like a ape
Happy ass beat now I feel like I'm drake
Go M.I.A Now I feel like I'm Kobe
So I spend my money on Fendi and Bape
I'm poppin my shit like a pimple or grape
Big body Benz I hopped in the tank
I don't got a gun but I keep me a shank
I'm running it up pull the racks out the bank
If u get close i will steal on yo mans
Spent dumb bread on these amiri pants
Fuck on you bih then I hit my lil' dance
Run up on who, no you won't get the chance
She is all on me and she stuck in a trance
You'll out rap who?
Nigga no you can't
She bad but she boring, she so fucking bland
Pour up a 4 like my name is kan kan
Y'all are my sons like when will y'all learn?
Should've dropped earlier thanks for the concern
I ain't like lil baby but it is my turn
She took my heart and left she left it to burn
(Yo bitch gave me too till I skeet skeet)
I just livin life just came back from a beach
Blood suckin nigga you is just leech
Got gold on my neck, got a Nike tech fleece
Just bought my bronem some subi jeans
She ask for the snap cus designer on me
He was talkin down now his house Swiss cheese
Yo man is a bench warmer he sit in the bleachers
I fuck wit my school won't talk down on my teachers
Credits
Writer(s): Quon Wynn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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