No Comin’ Back

Who I'ma diss when most of ya' die?
2018, niggas wasn't outside
Free all the Goons that took that risk
Free all the guys that was ready to slide
Fuck the Nick
We only jackin' the Makks that we know be droppin' the Y
Once you diss, you know it's no comin' back
That's why we droppin' the Y
Clutch it first, I be pullin' up grippy
Me and the Os and the 150 Rippies
Make the opps run 'cause they don't be sitchy
Wherever I go G-3 be wit' me, bow
So, get off my dick
Why you ran when lil' Nazzy got clipped?
Everybody had bread
Everybody got signed, but they never invested in grips

Thats why that many opps restin' in piss
Thats why I roll them niggas in my spliff
They ain't do shit for Woo Lotti or Heff, lil' nigga
For Yus, they ain't doing shit
If me and them niggas is slidin' to Harlem
We shooting up when we crossin' that bridge
They gotta go get active again
We don't give a fuck about what them lil' niggas did
They just rap, them niggas scared
When JayRipk died he was only a kid
DOA-K, in the Bronx, they can't live
JB died, where the fuck was his knocks?
And his bestie ain't spinnin' no blocks
Caught him lackin' on 3rd, and he almost got shot
Fuck McKinley, we smokin' Benji
How y'all let him get hit in his top?

Who I'ma diss when most of ya' die?
2018, niggas wasn't outside
Free all the Goons that took that risk
Free all the guys that was ready to slide
Fuck the Nick
We only jackin' the Makks that we know be droppin' the Y
Once you diss, you know it's no comin' back
That's why we droppin' the Y
Clutch it first, I be pullin' up grippy
Me and the Os and the 150 Rippies
Make the opps run 'cause they don't be sitchy
Wherever I go G-3 be wit' me, bow
So, get off my dick
Why you ran when lil' Nazzy got clipped?
Everybody had bread
Everybody got signed, but they never invested in grips



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Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Alexander Gurary, Joshua David Daniel Main
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