No Filter

Ole Hoe ass nigga

Bitch ass boy stop fucking playing

I can talk about the car, I can talk about the bitches, but I know one thing Imma about to Get my fuckin venges

Name my choppa jaws, it's gone chew yo body
Don't go swimming in that lake, bitch its filled with bodies

Bloody prada on my feet, leave prints while I walk
Don't be mad at me we just fucked of the wok

Blue chips in my pants, but this shit not cool ranch
Ice like avalanche, diamonds just fucking dance
Big baguettes in my chain, just watch how it swang

Big choppa got titties so its showing fucking cleavage
Bitch don't wonder round here if yo name not Steven
Stop Lumberjacking, Axeing, all these damn questions
I just shot him in the head cuz he didn't learn his lesson

Sipping syrup in a brown colored wide body tesla
Now his soul is untethered

Keep fucking with me nigga you gonna get smoked
Ian trynna hear that shit, but nigga haha, it's a joke
If you keep fucking playing imma up the fuckin pole
In yo motherfucking mouth so nigga better keep it close

You don't wanna hear me get loud, cuz nigga I'll get foul
Nigga hit him in his brow
Now his mama got a frown
I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga you fucking bitch

Five hundred just for some kicks
Gle just whipping shit

Hop out moncler and I look like a monster
Bitch get back you are a monfunk imposter
Big seven six gang look like a mobster
No my name not Larry, so, bitch I'm not a lobster

Pink fifties in my pants, but this shit do not oink
Bitch what are you talking about, get to the point

Hoe so Messi, where yo goals at?
Nigga where yo hoes at?
Had to switch the flow, because that's where the O's at

Bitch I'm rocking chrome heart, so you cannot hurt me
Would've thought his name was Jalen, the way he was hurting

Sliding in a rental coupe, and we trynna kill his boo
True religion in the stu, so I cannot lie to you

Crashed up on my exit now his brains up on the dashboard
Bitch give me the brain, cuz that's what I asked for

This is a fast car bitch, so we got a red key
This ain't no regular grand Cherokee

Niggas be so tom with all that damn foolery
My nickname is bob with all this damn fuckin toolery
And all this damn jewelry
It will take his life fast, if he don't fucking duck then that's his fucking ass

Trynna leave him in the past
So I went and grabbed my mask

Did a drill in a rental
Now we popping pills like mentos
Fed him lead he's a pencil

Now he chalked out on the crime scene
Bitch what you mean you can't see me, get visine

Riding in spacecraft bitch I don't need keys
Sbd dunks cost bout what yo rent be
Hammer cracked his fucking egg, left his yoak up on the floor



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Writer(s): Joshua Miles
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