No Escape (feat. CTB Nick)
Ion fuck with niggas they be on that goofy shit
Ion fuck with bitches they be on that groupie shit
All that wolfin on the net but they ain't doing shit
If he try to touch me Make him catch this ruger clip
We on go we on go we finna leave him sleeping
He a pussy on his cycle we gon leave him bleeding
Tossing bullets we ain't fighting if he get to tweaking
Don't make a mess up on the floor them cappers get to sweeping
Coroners mop him up, we smoking on ashes
Don't try and beef with us, you know this shit get tragic
Pulling bullets out his hat, look like it's magic
And we coming for them funds, lil bitch you know we gotta have it
You can't be slime if you don't plan on getting rich
I can't fuck no bitch who say she can't come suck my dick
Bullets hit his shirt and turn it to a Yeezy fit
Ain't gotta say my name these stupid niggas know I been legit
Where I'm from we throw up L's for the dead members
Where I'm from you get caught wit them niggas you be dead wit em
They still tryna party take off his head cause it ain't on a swivel
Shit ain't chic fil a no glocks in church but bro gon take it with em
This bitch she like it rough i beat it up say I'm abusive
brand new pieces mismatch designer lil bitch I feel exclusive
Don't get scored on then go make disses bro ain't no excuses
He think he tough I hate fake a tough nigga man let's take it to em
He say why yo man's be onnat ain't got no relations
Hop out on from both sides front and behind lil boy ain't no escaping
And I'm just tryna drop my tape i just might tape a nigga
Put that hammer on em get all his jewelry close case a nigga
Shhh
They don't know what we really doing
Yo bitch a hoe you don't know that she really going
Bitch I'm busy don't call my phone you gon get ignored
Get this bitch out my face before I get annoyed
I ain't hearing what you saying you just making noise
We ain't fighting keep that blicky like I got a foid
If he dies he dies, he bet not come outside
We ain't squashing shit can't let these niggas slide
Say he walk the walk them chopper bullets hit his spine
Stakeout got my killer spying
At his funeral mama crying
Burial them bullets flying
Repast come his brothers dying
Deep in hell them niggas frying
Fucked his bitch she steady eyeing
You know I'm real I'm never lying
Ion fuck with bitches they be on that groupie shit
All that wolfin on the net but they ain't doing shit
If he try to touch me Make him catch this ruger clip
We on go we on go we finna leave him sleeping
He a pussy on his cycle we gon leave him bleeding
Tossing bullets we ain't fighting if he get to tweaking
Don't make a mess up on the floor them cappers get to sweeping
Coroners mop him up, we smoking on ashes
Don't try and beef with us, you know this shit get tragic
Pulling bullets out his hat, look like it's magic
And we coming for them funds, lil bitch you know we gotta have it
You can't be slime if you don't plan on getting rich
I can't fuck no bitch who say she can't come suck my dick
Bullets hit his shirt and turn it to a Yeezy fit
Ain't gotta say my name these stupid niggas know I been legit
Where I'm from we throw up L's for the dead members
Where I'm from you get caught wit them niggas you be dead wit em
They still tryna party take off his head cause it ain't on a swivel
Shit ain't chic fil a no glocks in church but bro gon take it with em
This bitch she like it rough i beat it up say I'm abusive
brand new pieces mismatch designer lil bitch I feel exclusive
Don't get scored on then go make disses bro ain't no excuses
He think he tough I hate fake a tough nigga man let's take it to em
He say why yo man's be onnat ain't got no relations
Hop out on from both sides front and behind lil boy ain't no escaping
And I'm just tryna drop my tape i just might tape a nigga
Put that hammer on em get all his jewelry close case a nigga
Shhh
They don't know what we really doing
Yo bitch a hoe you don't know that she really going
Bitch I'm busy don't call my phone you gon get ignored
Get this bitch out my face before I get annoyed
I ain't hearing what you saying you just making noise
We ain't fighting keep that blicky like I got a foid
If he dies he dies, he bet not come outside
We ain't squashing shit can't let these niggas slide
Say he walk the walk them chopper bullets hit his spine
Stakeout got my killer spying
At his funeral mama crying
Burial them bullets flying
Repast come his brothers dying
Deep in hell them niggas frying
Fucked his bitch she steady eyeing
You know I'm real I'm never lying
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Redmond
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