No Patience (feat. Dot Gulley)

Police on are dick, steady watchin' from them pages
Get the low, ain't got no patience, see his face and take him
Wit no oven we, gon' bake him, with this Glock, gon' face him
And in the streets, we slide for streets, talk out his teeth and blaze him

Out here with them heaters, slidin' on them people
Grabbed da stick from out my pit, soon as I up, it's gon' get lethal
Come around, they say I'm quiet, just don't know that I get evil
Got these bullets in the air, bet he feelin' Beanie Segal

So much cash in my face, I'm 850 in the week
Do the dash, I walk in the room and I charge him a fee
The bitch bad and thick as hell, but she keep on callin' me
Young nigga, I put niggas on just for a little fee

I can get a nigga whack, show action, talk is cheap
You can't never count me down, if you blind, then you weak
I just poured a couple lines, shit so dark that you can't see
I can see through a nigga, switch, gon' knock him to next week

We love call the ops, and pop out on they block
Hit them every single way, we tryna stretch them, fuck the ops
Niggas know we do the slidin' shit, we takin' niggas tops
Hit the hood, you know we rollin' wood, we love to smoke on Wop

I've seen all his slime, pussy niggas high
Hit they block an, fuck it up, race to the car, we get in smiling
And we just spray they shit up twice, they know we promote the violence
Love to step on all the steppers, you get killed, you think bout tryin'

I might hop out with my Rolex on, shoot a nigga face-face
My bitch, she want money, bad as hell, she got expensive taste
Hope God feel I'm innocent, kill a nigga, save my grace
Got lice on my ceiling, 23, the hood rich as shit

Thick as hell with that BBS, light up like let me hit
I just dropped the Rollie on my wrist, it cost the whole crib
I just pour some more on the bitch, she know what it is
I just spent some thousand, got designer on my kicks

AR with a drum, nigga, issue 556, 2010
We was SOH before the CL shit, 2015 when I caught the wave
It was many flips, fast forward, I was 18 the first time I dropped a slip
Hit they fuckin' hood with that black on em
Fuck them cameras, bitch, we good, we got our mask on

He tryna run and find some shit that he could grasp on
It's over, we blow shoulders, stand all over now His back gone
Uh, yeah, name a hood that we ain't spent
We was slidin' on them bikes, I was like 12, now free lil sin

Been they curve, wit chops that got a curve, ain't shit for us to bend
Love the bitches who like threesomes, know I'm fuckin' on the friend
Uh, I was like, what my nine spent
Cause sounds like they was mine

If you try to run, we make it fun, we hittin' all spine
We hittin' all spine
If you try to run, we make it fun, we hittin' all spine