No Stylist
I said, i don't need no stylist
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
(Ohh, yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
Me and my niggas tote guns
How you the man but you sitting there
Broke with no funds
I know that broke shit ain't fun
Play with my name and i bet you i pull out the drum
(Ohh, Yeah)
These diamonds be shine in the sun
I cannot fuck with a bum
Niggas be leaches they always be asking for sum
I said, i don't need no stylist
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
(Ohh, yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
Man i feel like the chosen one
Nigga try run up on me he get stunned
Nigga try run up on me he get gunned
Lil bitch try play why you think that i'm dumb
I know that game i'm the nigga who played
You acting ungrateful go back to the basics
I might just rob a nigga for his ASICS
And no i can't move but i love being faded
And i put her to the test but you know i ain't grade it
He wan' talk with his chest
Put his head on the pavement
We ain't doing no plans i need all of my payment
Man these niggas be rats why you making a statement
Waiting my turn man i'm just being patient
Time to pay bills now i'm getting impatient
Like do i gotta wait or i gotta come take it
(I love how she take dick)
(Ohh, Yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
I said, i don't need no stylist
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
(Ohh, yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
Me and my niggas tote guns
How you the man but you sitting there
Broke with no funds
I know that broke shit ain't fun
Play with my name and i bet you i pull out the drum
(Ohh, Yeah)
These diamonds be shine in the sun
I cannot fuck with a bum
Niggas be leaches they always be asking for sum
I said, i don't need no stylist
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
(Ohh, yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
Man i feel like the chosen one
Nigga try run up on me he get stunned
Nigga try run up on me he get gunned
Lil bitch try play why you think that i'm dumb
I know that game i'm the nigga who played
You acting ungrateful go back to the basics
I might just rob a nigga for his ASICS
And no i can't move but i love being faded
And i put her to the test but you know i ain't grade it
He wan' talk with his chest
Put his head on the pavement
We ain't doing no plans i need all of my payment
Man these niggas be rats why you making a statement
Waiting my turn man i'm just being patient
Time to pay bills now i'm getting impatient
Like do i gotta wait or i gotta come take it
(I love how she take dick)
(Ohh, Yeah)
This that feeling when you living
You could do just what you want
Ain't got time for nun these games
He might get packed up in a blunt
(What you smoke?)
On exotic runtz
These niggas be pussy they softer than
Bitches with buns
I said, i don't need no stylist
That foreign whip exotic
Just cause i ain't scared to die
No that don't mean that i'm demonic
Aye, watch me blow up fast like sonic
Yea, she cool but got terrible logic
Run up a bag and spend it with my partners
Run up a bag and spend it on designer
Run up a bag and spend it on my momma
Ima get rich i put that on my momma
I had to isolate just for them commas
Told me get back on my rap shit no problem
These niggas be cap, they be capping for follows
Foot on the gas, going full throttle
Lil bitch a baby i buy her a bottle
She took her a shot i get up then i follow
Credits
Writer(s): Zahir Mitchell
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