No Picks

I got some names I could drop
Too bad I ain't helping the cops
Ain't really got too many oops
No picks anybody get shot
I'm from Brooklyn but I drilly bop
Every where I go I keep a chop
Life a movie but this ain't a prop
One False move get took out the plot
Move Tact in the field like a soldier
I Keep a gun in my holster
If I gotta perform ima show up
Empty the klip then I load up
Get sturdy while I dance with the devil
Independent I move like a rebel
If u talking for less I can't settle
I keep my foot on the pedal
Growing up I was serving em rocks
On the block breaking night for the guap
Ducking n dodging the cops
It's not a second I'm not on the clock
Wake up I rise n I shine
Feel like tony da way that I grind
Post on your block and I'm making it mine
U Play tuff I'm committing a crime
Shots go grrrrrr grrrrrr boom
Ask about me they gonna tell you I'm in tune
That's Richey B he play for the goons
Gkb we shaking the room
Free vonna hurk He coming soon
For all of my Hurks I'm finna ku
Constructing shit nigga I keep a tool
Dig in your plate I'm eating your food
Hell no I ain't cuffin a basic
The most she could get is to taste it
Might take her to Portland and blaze it
Giving her all of this dick she been craving
Niggaz copy don't know where to paste it
Setting trends my life is amazing
Thin line btw love they be hating
Smile in my face but don't want me to make it



Credits
Writer(s): Melquan Richey
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