No Chance

This is a certified hood classic
This is my music I'm gon say what I want to
This is some old music I leave it in the past dude
If you don't like it yeah then I tell em fuck you
Chillin wit my team everyday chillin wit my crew

I don't mess wit that Jezibel
I remember I was callin her my boo
But I don't like her no more say fuck you
And if she don't like my music I just say fuck you

I produce all these beats I know they go hard
I'm finna buy a brand new car
I'm finna buy a brand new car
Lil Boujee blowin up you know I'm a star

Rappin on these beats don't know where to start
You fat like mall cop you Paul Blart
I'm finna go far
Grindin everyday Lil Boujee goin far

You know I'm goin hard
Fed yo girl some Taco Bell she had to fart
I don't care what I say on these beats I'm hard
If you don't like it you can take the long road
You kick rocks you kick rocks

Remember sellin rocks in my socks
You not funny like Chris Rock
I got the best flow I freestyle that's my flow tho
That's my style I do the same shit fosho tho

Like progressive yeah I'm swift just call me Flo tho
Yes I hop up on these beats I find them flows
She think that we cool we pull of in that 4 door
Yeah we gon do the same shit yeah that's fosho tho

Yeah yeah I find that flow on this beat
Freestylin on this beat yeah you know it's effortlessly
Chillin wit yo bitch, that's fosho bitch
Finna go walk up to that sto bitch

Hit the corner store
Fuckin on yo bitch, dropped her panties on the floor
Dropped her panties on the floor
Mexican bitch yeah she was kinda short

It's ok she fuck good she was a whore
She had experience, I want a little bit more
She was experienced
I wanted more I couldn't quit

I really needed it
I really needed that shit
Rappin all day, I do not quit
Freestylin everyday, effortless

Yeah it's effortless
Yeah I hate Ms. List
Fuck that bitch
I be chillin, actin like a villain

I ain't Batman, I'm Bane, I'm a super villain
I be chillin, bitch you Goku and I'm Krillin
I am the realest
You cannot feel this
I'm offa shrooms and that gelato no you cannot feel us

We get too high, up in the stars, you cannot see us
Yeah you tryna be us
Bitch you don't wanna be us
Pussy boy wanna be us
But he cannot see us
Cause we got them tinted windows, you tryna be us

Bitches say I'm nice, they don't know me
Yeah I keep that knife, yeah it's on me
Chillin wit my crew, yeah that's my army
We in the study room, library

We be blastin music, everyday
Yeah it's fine I be sellin and I be trappin
And then we get all that profit
Yo lil bitch I could just mop it
Boyfriend came over I mopped him

Put a pussy boy up in a coffin
I don't even know in the first place he was talkin
But I just mopped him

Why was he talkin?
He stood no chance
You know every single day nofap I ain't nuttin
I ain't no slave to my sin, I ain't a slave to my mind no more
I'm free, I'm out, I broke out, I'm free
In Jesus name



Credits
Writer(s): Preston A Keene
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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