No Suckaz

Every time I get the pack
Ima tax uncle Samson
Ride around Vallejo
Doing deals with a handgun
I ain't getting touched so
Wtf is slander
I'm a dare devil
With my own life I gamble
Dont nobody know you
You a alien
Had too many bitches
You can call me Maca Dainian
Aint got no ps5
I ain't got no time to play with them
Mobsta but my mamma almost
Named me Adrian
I don't believe nothing
That these niggas be saying
You gotta make me a believer
I'm a atheist
Dont tell me be safe
I gotta stay dangerous
Where I'm from
When you die
You becoming famous
I been through shit that make you cry
It wasn't painless
Like thirteen tryna rob
A cracka for the Jacob
Wasn't scared of Freddy
I got a cousin named Jason
Woofing on my name
To them bitches you a j-cat
You a trick
I'm the type of a nigga
Break the bitch
Fucking on a fun size bitch
In a Mercedes Benz
Its a big body Benz
And I didnt crash
You was only with her for a day
Where yo money at
Where yo money went
She gave it to Melly Mell
Yea that's what she meant
I'm still living in the bay
Were we keep it
I ain't scared of nothing
I m a walking lick
And I be talking shit
They be speaking on my name
With no evidence
Its irrelevant
Flip a elephant
If I'm strapped
Then I'm safe out my element
I be at your BM house
Like I'm a resident
I don't like that flag
I'll piss on a confederate
I was doing bad
Had to give my plug the deficit
The bitch came through for me
Lemme swipe the debit
Fucking with them wrong niggas
When I knew better
You are not a shooter
You a Cinderella
I turn that wood
Into a du-bella
Shout out my nigga Vic Moore
The trendsetta
You just start fucking bad bitches
To me that's regular
I get pussy
I don't even put in effort
She go above and beyond
For me to make her feel special
I'm mobbing like a rebel
I'm tryna buy a Draco
If she don't like to swallow
Then I give her ass a facial
Ugh
Sound janky dont it
Come correct
Cause we will rob janky promoters
Fuck all the dick riders
That don't wanna support us
These rappers dying so be cautious
On how you approach us
I'm good with the plug
I got credit in these streets
Sold a zip and another
Back-to-back repeat
I'm all about a bag
Nigga fuck a retweet
Ever thinking shit sweet
We gon make em rethink
You wanna fight
Go to sleep bink bink
Out run the police
Tink tink
Looking for me call my phone
I got three
I wear my own shoes like Two three

No money fall back
Bitch please
That don't mix
How you broke and bougie
Pull a bitch in some joggers
Or blue jeans
I got money got strap
In my jeans
And that's sucka shit
Run in yo genes
I got money got strap
In my jeans
Pull ya bitch in some joggers
Or blue jeans
And that sucka shit
Run in yo genes



Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Wallace Iii
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