No stylist

Ye
Y'all not ready for this foreal
Y'all aint think
I would come out with some heat like this
But let's go
You know

I'm dripping
No stylist
Don't like no one around me
I kept this to myself
So nobody would clown me
Forget all who was talking
They can't say nothing about me now
Ye

I kept this too myself
Closed off
Everyone else
I Stay on dnd
So no one bothers me
I'm Running on this beat
Like john cena
Can't be seen
They know my name from street to street
All i make is heat
Stay making all these hits
My haters gotta be pissed
They foul me i ain't trip
Shoot and get yo assist
I make and never miss
I'm back outside
So let's forgot
All my exs was mistakes
Thats what we should dismiss

I'm dripping
No stylist
Don't like no one around me
I kept this to myself
So nobody would clown me
Forget all who was talking
They can't say nothing about me now
I'm dripping
No stylist
Don't like no one around me
I kept this to myself
So nobody would clown me
Forget all who was talking
They can't say nothing about me now

You got no room to talk
I'll shrug my haters off
Going fast
And i won't stop
Your mouth dirty
Get the mop
You cap Rapping bout a Glock
When i press you
You scream stop
I heard you was talking big crap
But when i see you
You don't talk

I'm taking what i deserve
Talking down you got the nerve
You too busy talking crap
I'm too busy putting in work
Making plays every game
While You show up late for work
Talking behind my back
But you won't ever step first
Like football this my terf
Never get besides yourself
Cs imma hit you where it hurt
Imma hit the shoulder pads off you
Then knock you in the dirt
Show you what the helmets are for
Don't back down come get this work
Eat you up and spit you out
Then make you sing this verse

I'm dripping
No stylist
Don't like no one around me
I kept this to myself
So nobody would clown me
Forget all who was talking
They can't say nothing about me now
I'm dripping
No stylist
Don't like no one around me
I kept this to myself
So nobody would clown me
Forget all who was talking
They can't say nothing about me now

You got no room to talk
I'll shrug my haters off
Going fast
And i won't stop
Your mouth dirty
Get the mop
You cap Rapping bout a Glock
When i press you
You scream stop
I heard you was talking big crap
But when i see you
You don't talk

No stylist



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Writer(s): London Jones
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