No Chours Pt.2
Locked in cement hoping I'll be leaving
Late night thinking tweaking for no reason
Coughing wheezing my heart is bleeding
For your love I'm forever feinin
He don't want no smoke I bring sum trees in
Bro switched up he talkin hate the treason
Two twin glocks 2 beans n I get squeezin
Big ass drac extended plus a beam man (beam man, beam man)
Shorty wanna fuck I told her in her deams
N than I dipped said sorry bitch I'm leavin (leavin, leavin, leavin)
Sorry bitch yeah said sorry bitch I'm leavin I need guap like all I want is cheese damn my niggas steady ratin I hear all the squeakin
(squeakin,squeakin,)
My head spinnin all I want is quiet
Late lights trippin hopin they stay silent
I'm might go out fuck it start a riot
Heart so cold can't love unless it's my bitch
I keep heat so best you do not try it
Ma I'm sorry I got used to violence (violence,violence)
Really love the block it thought me how to finance
Flip 2 ps reup that's my allowance
He start talkin leave him in the past tense
For you my love is everlasting
Shorty come let's eat I'm so sick of fasting
Being broke down my pockets on they last n
Sittin in a cell while time is flying past me
Trina fuckin chill cuz ma was yellin at me
Ian gon chill these niggas Trina gas me
,(gas me, gas me, gas me like, gas me, gas me, gas me, they gas me like)
Where I'm from u get used to the homicide
Mommas cry I done seen a whole lotta fathers die
If I pull up on em let that drama fly bet they gon run (dip, duck)
40 on me bussin bitch you bet tht I go dumb
I pull up on tht pussy boy n shoot this shit for fun he wanted to talk so I bet tht I made him run
I pull up aim out windows n I bet I get him done
Don't talk don't talk to hot
Don't start don't talk to cops
Pull up go spin spin blocks
Pull up go drop ope tops
Like don't talk don't talk get hiding
I pull up with iron n I'm sliding
Niggas talk but niggas really buggin
Pull up hop out back n go n dump it
(dump it, dump it)
Don't talk hot cuz niggas really nothin
I pull up go shoot it keep a drum man
Don't start nothing dont don't start nothing
I pull up pop back go n dump
Niggas love to talk but niggas really nun
I go slide I hop out keep a drum like
Pussy boy try pull up on me bet tht he gon run
Like like he gon run he gon he gon run
Niggas they my sons said I pull up boy leave em done Like pussy boy wan talk I hop out n dump
He wanted to pull up but I bet I make him run like slide
Late night thinking tweaking for no reason
Coughing wheezing my heart is bleeding
For your love I'm forever feinin
He don't want no smoke I bring sum trees in
Bro switched up he talkin hate the treason
Two twin glocks 2 beans n I get squeezin
Big ass drac extended plus a beam man (beam man, beam man)
Shorty wanna fuck I told her in her deams
N than I dipped said sorry bitch I'm leavin (leavin, leavin, leavin)
Sorry bitch yeah said sorry bitch I'm leavin I need guap like all I want is cheese damn my niggas steady ratin I hear all the squeakin
(squeakin,squeakin,)
My head spinnin all I want is quiet
Late lights trippin hopin they stay silent
I'm might go out fuck it start a riot
Heart so cold can't love unless it's my bitch
I keep heat so best you do not try it
Ma I'm sorry I got used to violence (violence,violence)
Really love the block it thought me how to finance
Flip 2 ps reup that's my allowance
He start talkin leave him in the past tense
For you my love is everlasting
Shorty come let's eat I'm so sick of fasting
Being broke down my pockets on they last n
Sittin in a cell while time is flying past me
Trina fuckin chill cuz ma was yellin at me
Ian gon chill these niggas Trina gas me
,(gas me, gas me, gas me like, gas me, gas me, gas me, they gas me like)
Where I'm from u get used to the homicide
Mommas cry I done seen a whole lotta fathers die
If I pull up on em let that drama fly bet they gon run (dip, duck)
40 on me bussin bitch you bet tht I go dumb
I pull up on tht pussy boy n shoot this shit for fun he wanted to talk so I bet tht I made him run
I pull up aim out windows n I bet I get him done
Don't talk don't talk to hot
Don't start don't talk to cops
Pull up go spin spin blocks
Pull up go drop ope tops
Like don't talk don't talk get hiding
I pull up with iron n I'm sliding
Niggas talk but niggas really buggin
Pull up hop out back n go n dump it
(dump it, dump it)
Don't talk hot cuz niggas really nothin
I pull up go shoot it keep a drum man
Don't start nothing dont don't start nothing
I pull up pop back go n dump
Niggas love to talk but niggas really nun
I go slide I hop out keep a drum like
Pussy boy try pull up on me bet tht he gon run
Like like he gon run he gon he gon run
Niggas they my sons said I pull up boy leave em done Like pussy boy wan talk I hop out n dump
He wanted to pull up but I bet I make him run like slide
Credits
Writer(s): Draco Ftb
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