NDA

Didn't I tell y'all that I ain't the one to play with
Torn ACL, my shit hit harder than a sprain, bitch
Check the scale, weigh 90, but it's more like 90K
Cause I'm applying pressure to them, they can't hold me, they gon' cave

Let a nigga hoe me, please, I'd rather jump in the grave
I'll slurp the ocean with a straw, fore I hop on they lil' wave
Play hooky with Ted Bundy, crack of dawn when it ain't sunny
Nah, we are not the same, your music really shit

Mine just got the smell cause it's cocaine, dawg
But I got bigger problems than you thought
I still got family off the rocks, that shit gon' haunt me most of all
Seen the realest niggas dissolve,
Done seen the fake out live them all

So if you think we beefing, you tweaking, I got bigger problems to solve
Just cause yo' dude trifling, that do not make you my opp
Don't get it twisted, figure eights, you pull up, we on your top
Put a muzzle on this bitch, she trippin', she need to be tamed

How could I want your man? I don't even remember his name, shawty
The hoe should've wore a name tag
To my homegirls, he whatsaname, we don't play that
Man, kiss and tell to who? Shh, don't say that

This a non-disclosure, baby, where the NDA at
Keep playing, I'ma put a Nike where her face at
Only check she'll ever see, them black forces leave a face tat (Ching!)
Ring a bell, that was a face tax

We just do it, no talking, now we don't play that
Yeah, we gon' keep it on the low
And I keep Joy Road on my side cause she gon' pop it, she on go
That's why I go eight mile bout my shawty, they try her, then we blow smoke

They try Ja, that's the last straw, on my life, them bitches toast
Said, on my life, these niggas toast
Pop outside, these niggas dead
Bleed and squeeze, and now you ghost

Now your family turn to feds, so who gon' fuck with me
Tell the opps to come and see, two bitches give dumb brain
I break her jaw, she addin double D's
Stomping down your block with Macs and Glocks, for all that fuckery

I told them tell a friend to tell a friend, they know what's up with me
Brought some fork and knives, these niggas food, bring out the cutlery
Want beef, then back it up, then call up Zay to count the bucks with me
Then call up June and June, we breakin fast, to come and buck the East

Shoot like corner threes, you corner me, them corners take the scene
Little ho come to me, I paint her face, then call her Maybelline
She signed a NDA, the NBA can't even play with me
Grew up said, "Fuck the violence", learned in silence and kept the code

Bitch, we kicking doors and snatching souls, if you got paper owed
Still free, Baby Rock from out that cage, I'm yelling, free the wave
Till I see the grave, the family straight
Shout out to D & Tay

Hopped up out the coupe, Armani suit, I shop at D&K, not K&G
Shawty on the side, I keep a K with me, don't play with me
Bitch wanna come through, but she can't stay with me
Man, what relationship? Aye, cut that shit

These hoes be make-believe
These hoes be Maybelline some shit that I can't make up
In the yo with my boy Lo
That boy Londo ready to shake some

Uzi shootin stupid, dance to music how we break some
I'm 'Sheisty'ed up so everywhere I go, I'm trying to take some
I'm in the booth, it's still Long Live Jay Ru, I'm yellin' free the wave
I'm in my mood, Long Live DG, scream it 31 ways

Fuck that nigga, kicked him out the spot, but I won't say no names
Fucked that ho and kicked her out the door
She signed a NDA