N O G U I D A N C E

Ehhhh Bitch I Pop Out When I want
Don't need no Guidance
An I'm still good wit No Hood
Don't need Disguises
An I still JPAY & Pick Up
Fo all the Guys
An you ain't neva sat & Watched yo baby
When you dieing
He Throwing Shade not to my Face
You know Dat Nigga Lien
Can't Bump Gums Wit No Nigga
That Got My Lo Bitch I Ain't Hiding
On my dead homie
I don't fuck ha off no Percocet's
This Me that got Me Going
An it's Dinner Time No Turkey Yet
We Buss Em While He Chewing
I Drive & Shoot Wit 30 & 3 Mo
I'm Patrick Ewing
Tap Da Phone We Hit Turo off Da Numbers
Scrape Da Urus
They been supposed to kill me
Fo a couple years
They still ain't do it
When My Brodie took his time Aint Shed a Tear
I Said he Stupid
My Back Against The Wall I Blow To Live
Don't Make Me Do Em
If it's Sketchy then that shit just out of Fear
Can't blame da Shooter

I'm Da First To put Givenchy Pyer Moss on
Ina Hood
I'm Da first to Trap up out My Granny's Pops
Told Me I'm Good
In Casino Bitch it's 2 10 & A Ace Bitch That's
A Bub
Rub Molly On My Gums Make Me Sweat All
Ina Club
Dese Percocet's cost 25 Grab Mo Den 1 It's
A Dub
Dis A 30S Put Em Frontline Just Come Back
Wit my Gun
Wana get a check you can get a check just jump down wit a plug
Dese Dirty Bitches Be Nothing If I wouldn't Drunk Bitch I wouldn't cum
If I Lose Bitch Bet Back Bitch I throw 100's
Like They Ones
Ina Strip Club If Them Bitches Bogish Buy Bottles Hold My Ones
I Was Fina Say Fuck Rap But God Told Me That
I wouldn't done
I Phoney Kick Og But In my Mind It's Fuck Her Son
We Let Switches off ina Trenches Sound like
Nick Cannon On Drums
Saying I love these hoes that shit sound
Like that's Lonzo strung on drugs
Every Bitch That Wana Fuck Rn Ina Joint
Ain't show me love
All Da Visits You Ain't Come
Den Pass dat Pussy To A Scrub
But das Basic Shit The Next Bitch Hear Dis Song won't let me finish
Put Matte Black On Chrome Wit 7 Plus
Inside the engine
You Fuck Up Sacks You spend at least 2 G's
On Just Amiri
I Buss down it fa Cheap
Or Just tell bro nem bring me Fifty
Ion Pillow Talk To These Niggas
Ain't Kickin Bobo's Bitch Im Different
Regardless bitch I'm still gone talk my shit an
You gone listen
Ain't playing bout my money
Mr.Krabs Bitch I want Pennies
I Promise If You Bossing Ona
Streets They Treat You different
Ain't beefing bout no pussy
Cose you know me I ain't tripping
Start Rapping Fo A Plug This all you got
That's Why you Trippin
Shot 456 inside My room
Too Deep We hit da Kitchen
If You Hear Whining Bitch These Ain't no Baby's
Lil bitch dissa Hemi

Bitch I Pop Out When I want
Don't need no Guidance
An I'm still good wit No Hood
Don't need Disguises
An I still JPAY & Pick Up
Fo all the Guys
An you ain't neva sat & Watched yo baby
When you dieing
He Throwing Shade not to my Face
You know Dat Nigga Lien
Can't Bump Gums Wit No Nigga
That Got My Lo Bitch I Ain't Hiding
He Throwing Shade not to my Face
You know Dat Nigga Lien
Can't Bump Gums Wit No Nigga
That Got My Lo Bitch I Ain't Hiding

Pyer Moss on ina Hood



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Writer(s): Damonta Barber
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