No Chorus

Ayo, hey, Brumtown to the West side We let corn fly, beatin' off bare 'bine, ayy, real shooters (Itch, is that how you're going on, you know?) Bro said "Come", say no more, say less SN1, man, drop two latex Best friend, Weston, yes, let's make mess Chef them, chef them, blood on the pavement (wet him up) I don't why shh-shh lied, this shh-shh guy I put a wap to his head, you shoulda saw the way he shh-shh cried The engine light just come up on the dash Bro asking "What's wrong?", ain't no vehicle expert Used to make gyal come O in the morning When she ask where, I say "A quick adventure" (it's cool) Need more nine milli' dentures (baow) Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? (Baow) Hold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors You try make him a drink It was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik (tek that) If I pull up on opps and MM's shooting a Vid, I ain't moving selective (yo, tek that) 44 corn is effective, won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives If the cameraman gets smoked That's his own fault but that weren't the objective (yo, lift that) More time, I don't even send out text Cah Lycamobile's tryna limit man's usage Bullingdon, I was sending the redbone on Free throw to library to grab mans movies It's mad cah my brownin's clueless Said "What's with the petrol?", I just done a booting I just laugh to myself on the sly We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi) We don't need no chorus Put down the 45, lift up the taurus We got a 141 like some unknown callers LOL, pick up your borers (lagga) They need to open saunas The bleach did heat up my skin like August Man still take the risk like Tallerz Jamaican ting, make the food just flush If it's a raid then the jakes try hit (she baddie) And she still get vexed I'm North West 'Cause she don't know who persuasion is Three man in a plated whip Pulling up on estates where paigons live And this ting soon get popping Some man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks (baow) If I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig Them man there, those some brazen pricks Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (woosh) Chatting to gyal and creating fibs Like they don't know who done made it lit (lagga) And my English gyal want war 'cause She thinks I flew with my Bajan bitch My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goodie) As a matter of fact The bitch went black then left that gringo (yeah, yeah) Look through the window Ain't that, though? It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco Bro said his light come better than Mine, let's go compare it's simple (simples) OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do) Pistol filled with bells (yeah) And watch them all run when it jingles Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles Get man pissed off Shots get licked off, po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up Never did scab ups, still got picked off Meaning mixed up, shit goes tits up Might get dipped up and get switched off Kill confirmed, had peers concerned That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi) We don't need no chorus Put down the 45, lift up the taurus We got a 141 like some unknown callers LOL, pick up your borers (lagga) They need to open saunas The bleach did heat up my skin like August Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo, it's the chorus (woi, woi) We don't need no chorus Put down the 45, lift up the taurus We got a 141 like some unknown callers LOL, pick up your borers (lagga) They need to open saunas The bleach did heat up my skin like August Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo it's the verse We don't need no verse Man rise up, try put him in a hearse Who's that bro? Put it in reverse You get me? Fourth time out of jail Still ain't cut my nails Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell