No Melody

Nigga you a hoe
niggas really ain't on shii
Niggas never hit no licks
never stood on them ten
Bitch we finna spinnabenz
Then we gon do it again
tryna knock off ya kin
Hit a fuck nigga in his chin
Then we gon step on ya manz
Finna snatch up ya bitch
Throw that lil hoe In the whip
Hit that bitch all in her shit

Finna beat down her back
Now the hoe walk wit limp
Keep me a stick no pimp
Watch me stack up them bricks
Put them hoes right in a brink
Walk out the mall wit a mink
Boy you better not blink
Choppa hit you in yo teeth
Choppa gon clean up these streets
We retired the beef
Now we looking for cheese
Vlone that's all on my tee

Offwhite that's all on my tee
Got yo lil bitch on her knees
That bitch for the team
Swear that lil hoe she a skeezer
Beat her back down then I leave her
I ain't cuffin no eater
I can't be cuffin no thot
Put that hoe right on the block
20 shots in my Glock
bet a fuck nigga get dropped
And imma aim for ya pops
Say he need a new top aye

Fuck I meant toupee
Bitch at the crib and she sippin on dusee
I'm not hearing what you say
Bitch eating me like she ain't eat in two days
Aye I'm wit the ra ra
you a basic bitch if you only cook pasta
Bitch get me sum lobster
And lemme get a steak too Kuz I'm off the zaza

Gary Payton got a young nigga patched
Off the Runtz I'll put you in a pack
But off the perc I'm coming like feitan
Hit the buzzer beater last second now it's game time

Got two bad hoes chillin at the bnb
Talking business put the phone on dnd
Catch me sliding thru the city in amg
Sensor on the Glock before I up it it go beep beep beep
Rich bitch tryna throw a nigga 50
Fly a nigga out touchdown in the city
Everywhere I go know the blick stay wit me
Got the p for the 10 but I'm charging niggas 20

Up blick off rip Hit him in his shit
Catch him ridin thru the traffic Make him park his whip
New pape finna take a neiman Marcus trip
3.2 in the wood this just the starter kit
Imma worry bout the cheese and the cheddar nigga
Bitch I'm going to the top like a header nigga
Nigga wanna sleep on me let 'em rest
They be worried bout the next nigga I'm just worried bout that check
Big bands fat racks in my pocket nigga
Anything you want know I got it nigga
And if I don't then I know that my dawg do
Put don't play wit whiteboy hell out yo ass on the news

And that's on bro I'll slide in a heartbeat
Big Glock and flash wit lazerbeam
I be chillin at the crib watching a o t at the same time got yo bitch tryna fuck on me

On my momma I be at the crib chillin
You be in yo feelings don't paint me as the villain
Kuz I'll come thru and tear yo block down
Turn yo whole gang to dust bitch leave a ghost town



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Writer(s): Aaron Wilson
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