NO DISCUSSION (feat. greyson)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Buh, buh, buh, buh

Thirty five hundred when I'm stuntin'
All my girls, they up in London
And they always up to something, ayy
Tell 'em "I ain't in the game for nothing"
Gotta get it for my brothers and my sister and my cousins, ayy
All our shit bussin', no discussion
Tell my shawty I ain't bluffing
'Cause I wanna get to cuffing, ayy
We know how to get the crowd jumping
Me and Greyson way too fire 'cause we been inside the oven, ayy

Yeah, uh
We the greats, no complaints, no debate
Got my son a stash
We don't like to play, we dominate
Yeah, I'm runnin' fast, I ain't got no brakes to stay in place
It ain't for the cash but I like it when I'm getting paid
Keep my name your mouth, I'ma shut it for you
I don't really care who you are, no ones running with you
If the nosebleeds where we are, I'ma need a tissue
If I ever fail or fall apart, that's a bigger issue (Zack, tell 'em)

Got a hundred homies that'll put you in your place
Thought you knew the difference, boy, we are not the same
Got a new SRT, 'cause I do the race
I ain't with the drama, boy, I just cleaned the slate
What you want? What you want?
Shit got no delay when I'm slamming down the clutch
Crunch time money 'cause you know I got a bunch
Open up your mouth 'cause you having me for lunch (Ah-ha)

Thirty five hundred when I'm stuntin' (Ooh)
All my girls, they up in London
And they always up to something, ayy
Tell 'em "I ain't in the game for nothing"
Gotta get it for my brothers and my sister and my cousins, ayy (Ooh)
All our shit bussin', no discussion
Tell my shawty I ain't bluffing
'Cause I wanna get to cuffing, ayy (Ooh)
We know how to get the crowd jumping
Me and Greyson way too fire 'cause we been inside the oven, ayy
(Yeah)

We been getting buckets, I ain't talkin KFC
I just took your girl, now your girl is dating me
We always on the dash, we don't flee
Drop ten bands on a brand new white tee, that's me
Shit got no tints 'cause we ridin' in a Jeep
Why they sleep on us? 'Cause they on the Codeine
You can buy your talent, but to us it was free
This song gon' be fire, I think we can all agree
Pop you like some bubblegum, now that shit stuck
Make her drop it down, but we still be goin' up
Nothing was the same since I hopped off the truck
Always gave my all and I never gave a fuss
Thinking you were safe but you ran out of luck
Knife on the gun, bitch, we all up in the cut
And I can never change what I am, that I loved
Yeah, I took five, but I never gave up

Thirty five hundred when I'm stuntin'
All my girls, they up in London
And they always up to something, ayy



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Writer(s): Wack Zack
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