No Clue (feat. Lil Yachty)

Ay, T.J. roll up another blunt, bro Yeah Ya heard me? Alright, let's do it Mh, mh, yeah I just wanna thank y'all hoes, thank y'all hoes, ha I used to be a lover boy That ho brought me to a savage Treat this hoe like I'm a savage Fuck on your heo like a savage Yeah, she lovin' these racks She lovin' these racks, I stay with them racks Smokin' on that stupid pack Loud pack, can you smell that? Kush pack, yeah I'm blowin' that Doing 200, I'm blowin' that Yeah, you ridin' in that pluck pluck I just pulled up in that Tonka truck Hop in that mutherfucker fresh as fuck Big racks, shirty hangin' out Big thirty, yeah it's hangin' out With the gang everywhere go, yeah we hangin' out Yeah, these bitches they choose These niggas hatin', give they ass the blues Nigga wanna play blues the clues Your ho wanna fuck and you didn't have a clue I would hate to be you You broke as fuck and your ho know it too And you lame as a fool, your whole gang look lame too Damn, I'm racked up, stackin' my money up Condo nigga, I'm flexin' up All these whips and I'm icy, bro I know your ho, yeah she liking us Yeah, you know this that gang shit And we don't fuck with that lame shit And you is not the pyramid I'm in the block where you can't go in Yeah, you feeling that? Smokin' that gas, can you hear that? Loud pack, ooh, it's that loud pack Smokin' that anthrax In the Maybach, yeah we kick back Hoes just say wanna suck that I know that they love that Kush pack, yeah I'm blowin' that Doing 200, I'm blowin' that Yeah you ridin' in that pluck pluck I just pulled up in that Tonka truck Hop in that mutherfucker fresh as fuck Big racks, shirty hangin' out Big thirty, yeah it's hangin' out With the gang everywhere go, yeah we hangin' out Yeah, these bitches they choose These niggas hatin', give they ass the blues Nigga wanna play blues the clues Your ho wanna fuck and you didn't have a clue Get it up Baby suck semen like a sippy cup Get a nigga knocked for like 50 bucks My nigga walk around with the semi tucked (gang gang) Niggas think I'm sweet 'cause I smile Okay, I'ma have to do a nigga foul Slap a nigga right in front of his child Give him the blues 'cause his ho goin' wild, wild, wild (wild, wild, wild) Wild, been smashin' your ho, ain't gon' lie for a while Flooded my face and my dial Born rich and you ride rocks to the loud That's why I had beef in the back (I did) That's the one-eighty, that's facts (scurr) Nudy my nigga, that's black Most these rap niggas be whack Fuck her friend, show up the stacks Brother locked up, that nigga shipped the packs That nigga he was 'bout racks All of my niggas 'bout racks Lil Boat Kush pack, yeah I'm blowin' that Doing two hundred, I'm blowin' that Yeah, you ridin' in that pluck pluck I just pulled up in that Tonka truck Hop in that mutherfucker fresh as fuck Big racks, shirty hangin' out Big thirty, yeah it's hangin' out With the gang everywhere go, yeah we hangin' out Yeah, these bitches they choose These niggas hatin', give they ass the blues Nigga wanna play blues the clues Your ho wanna fuck and you didn't have a clue Um, well That's the end of that story And that's a wrap