No Contract
They rapping bout racks from the packs we give them
We only rapping bout facts so half our boys in prison
If the op's chat then we backin out the smithen
Won't sign no contract if we ain't talkin millys then we rip them
Where comin for the till so cops trynna make a deal
All they wanna hear is drill
Time to show them who is real
Chasin' dollar bills
Until we runnin' up a mill
Gang gon pop ya like a pill
Don't need to show you how it feels
ADD think I give a fuck if cunts hate me
Young g rhymes spreading like an STD
AFP wonder why they suspect me and TB
Taking off no AMG can't wait until they free my g
DTF but they don't know me
So it's DTB but I still hit three
Step so clean ops can't compete
Flops try repeat but you can't fake steeze
Family feuds ain't no area beef
Fuck with my crew and we'll put you to sleep
Don't chat to the blues cause we come from the street
Our boys on the news cause we come for the sheets
Shot a gun when I was eight
Young with hunger on my plate
Always had an appetite for steak
Stacking up my cream piece of cake
No better feelin gettin paid
Eatin good and gettin laid
It's make or brake while they just fake
Can't take a brake I'm chasin fate
We only rapping bout facts so half our boys in prison
If the op's chat then we backin out the smithen
Won't sign no contract if we ain't talkin millys then we rip them
Where comin for the till so cops trynna make a deal
All they wanna hear is drill
Time to show them who is real
Chasin' dollar bills
Until we runnin' up a mill
Gang gon pop ya like a pill
Don't need to show you how it feels
ADD think I give a fuck if cunts hate me
Young g rhymes spreading like an STD
AFP wonder why they suspect me and TB
Taking off no AMG can't wait until they free my g
DTF but they don't know me
So it's DTB but I still hit three
Step so clean ops can't compete
Flops try repeat but you can't fake steeze
Family feuds ain't no area beef
Fuck with my crew and we'll put you to sleep
Don't chat to the blues cause we come from the street
Our boys on the news cause we come for the sheets
Shot a gun when I was eight
Young with hunger on my plate
Always had an appetite for steak
Stacking up my cream piece of cake
No better feelin gettin paid
Eatin good and gettin laid
It's make or brake while they just fake
Can't take a brake I'm chasin fate
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