No Copies
No Loose Screws, NLS, Mob
Lotta shit that's in my head I got built inside (In my head)
Got some feelings that been dead I been put aside (That been dead)
Tryna act like it's all good but it's all disguise (Tryna act)
Ima make it out the hood hands to the sky (Thats a fact)
Nice as fuck I ain't even touch my prime (Nice as fuck)
Ain't gon rush I just rather take my time (Take my time with it)
Ima make it and I'm taking all the guys (Taking gang)
You gon get it if you ever cross the line
Level headed, yeah I'm focused tryna make it out
Ain't gon sweat it send the lo and we gon stake it out
Calling shots order in cause ima take it out (Taking shots)
Coming over bring ya friend and we gon bang it out
Money stuffed all in my pockets yeah I'm feeling good (You could see it)
Chill nigga don't be wildin get it understood
(Don't be wildin)
Keo with me said he ready for the T up (For the T up)
And I'm only sipping Dusse ain't no teacup
Can't forget ima sip on the Henny too (On the Henny)
Keo said she got some friends, I told her bring a few
And you know it's going down you know what I do (Going down)
They gon get a couple rounds then they get the boot (Couple rounds)
Solo living I can't get attached to nobody (Solo living)
Why you talking bout them killings ain't got no homys
Leave that shit in the past baby don't remind me (In the past)
And it's only one of me you can't make no copies (One of one)
Can't never fold real shit up in my DNA (Can't fold)
Why you clocking me, fly shit, you ain't no TSA
When I first seen her, she ain't really have no things to say
Now she stopping me, she said really tryna be my bae
Big Pimpin so you know I ain't gon do it (Ain't gon do it)
Had her chance with me back then but she blew it (But she blew it)
She a fan, she be bumping all my music (She a fan)
I'm the man, so it's easy she ain't choosing (I'm the man)
Hold me down, ion care what any other say (Naa)
So much music we about to drop another tape
Going stupid, in the stu like every other day (Facts)
Watch the fuse I'm going up, I'm bout to elevate (Going up)
Solo living, I can't get attached to nobody (At all)
Why you talking bout them killings ain't got no homys
Leave that shit in the past baby don't remind me
And it's only one of me you can't make no copies
Can't never fold real shit up in my DNA
Why you clocking me, fly shit, you ain't no TSA
When I first seen her, she ain't really have no things to say
Now she stopping me, she said really tryna be my bae
NLS, NLS, NLS, NLS
We up next with it
Lotta shit that's in my head I got built inside (In my head)
Got some feelings that been dead I been put aside (That been dead)
Tryna act like it's all good but it's all disguise (Tryna act)
Ima make it out the hood hands to the sky (Thats a fact)
Nice as fuck I ain't even touch my prime (Nice as fuck)
Ain't gon rush I just rather take my time (Take my time with it)
Ima make it and I'm taking all the guys (Taking gang)
You gon get it if you ever cross the line
Level headed, yeah I'm focused tryna make it out
Ain't gon sweat it send the lo and we gon stake it out
Calling shots order in cause ima take it out (Taking shots)
Coming over bring ya friend and we gon bang it out
Money stuffed all in my pockets yeah I'm feeling good (You could see it)
Chill nigga don't be wildin get it understood
(Don't be wildin)
Keo with me said he ready for the T up (For the T up)
And I'm only sipping Dusse ain't no teacup
Can't forget ima sip on the Henny too (On the Henny)
Keo said she got some friends, I told her bring a few
And you know it's going down you know what I do (Going down)
They gon get a couple rounds then they get the boot (Couple rounds)
Solo living I can't get attached to nobody (Solo living)
Why you talking bout them killings ain't got no homys
Leave that shit in the past baby don't remind me (In the past)
And it's only one of me you can't make no copies (One of one)
Can't never fold real shit up in my DNA (Can't fold)
Why you clocking me, fly shit, you ain't no TSA
When I first seen her, she ain't really have no things to say
Now she stopping me, she said really tryna be my bae
Big Pimpin so you know I ain't gon do it (Ain't gon do it)
Had her chance with me back then but she blew it (But she blew it)
She a fan, she be bumping all my music (She a fan)
I'm the man, so it's easy she ain't choosing (I'm the man)
Hold me down, ion care what any other say (Naa)
So much music we about to drop another tape
Going stupid, in the stu like every other day (Facts)
Watch the fuse I'm going up, I'm bout to elevate (Going up)
Solo living, I can't get attached to nobody (At all)
Why you talking bout them killings ain't got no homys
Leave that shit in the past baby don't remind me
And it's only one of me you can't make no copies
Can't never fold real shit up in my DNA
Why you clocking me, fly shit, you ain't no TSA
When I first seen her, she ain't really have no things to say
Now she stopping me, she said really tryna be my bae
NLS, NLS, NLS, NLS
We up next with it
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Writer(s): Jordan Erskine
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