Nameless

I'ma let that bitch rock like that you heard me, hold on
Yeah
Uh, uh look, check it

I'm blowin' gas in this bitch, come catch a facial
I love it when they do me wrong cause now I'm movin' like I hate you
Lil' pussy boy I made you, wanna be a rapper
You was on these niggas' dicks because you love to run your yapper
This the wicked life, I seen cold faces, 100 shots up in his car he couldn't take it
Your bitch, she love to ride this bike because I trained it
I ain't got no title for all this shit, might call it nameless

Look, yeah, pedal to the metal in this bitch, I'm goin' fast
I'm blowin' on this gas, man, I'm too high, I might just crash
You wouldn't last up in here, I'm on that pack, you better get right
How you thinkin' you a gangsta, you was pussy throughout your whole life
Man, let's get it on, like, right now, I see its on sight
They only tough behind the phone, that shit, I don't like
Just youngin bout by my business, I ain't come to play
They really tryna get me gone, cause they ain't tryna lay
Yeah, this groupie bitch gon' have to up and leave, like, no, you cannot stay
I ain't dyin' at the hands of no lil' bitch, I'm goin' out like Qua
I really can't be talkin' bout no murders, they gon' build a case
But that pussy play he lay, them bullets open up his face
Can't be talkin' bout no murders, they gon' build a case
But that pussy play he lay, them bullets opened up his face
Fucked up your chance to be a gangsta, nigga, froze up
I'm on the south with all this shit, I throw my 4's up
You better keep your pole tucked, they gettin' active
Keep your head up on a swivel, you don't wanna get caught lackin'
In my eyes, I'm seein' blood, I'm like, what's brackin'
I put in work with all this shit, no, I ain't slackin'
Let's put these niggas on a show, because they actin'
Put them bullets on they ass, gon' get to clappin'
Ah, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Why they comin' at the Monsta with that drama
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, He playin' crazy, why you did that to your mama

I'm blowin' gas in this bitch, come catch a facial
I love it when they do me wrong cause now I'm movin' like I hate you
Lil' pussy boy I made you, wanna be a rapper
You was on these niggas' dicks because you love to run your yapper
This the wicked life, I seen cold faces, 100 shots up in his car he couldn't take it
Your bitch, she wanna ride this bike because I trained it
I ain't got no title for all this shit, might call it nameless
Your bitch, she wanna ride this bike because I trained it
I ain't got no title for all this shit, might call it nameless, yeah

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Ay, ayy
Na-na-na
Uh, yeah



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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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