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No Ad Libs
12,197
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Ad Libs was released on November 25, 2020 by Winners Circle/RCA Records as a part of the album CESAR
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AlbumCESAR
Release DateNovember 25, 2020
LabelWinners Circle/RCA Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Fross
Eli Fross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Quamina
Elijah Quamina
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Chiveer
Chiveer
Co-Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ha-ha-hah
Boom, boom, boom!
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
(Brrrt) Fross!
I step on the scene, and get to action, look
Think a **** usin' tactics
Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, look
In this pussy, no relaxin'
You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh
That's re-up for the package
Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', look
In the lab, I cook the magic
****, go get some money, why you cryin'?
You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'?
When it start to get hot, **** dyin'
Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin'
When this bitch give me top, she be wildin'
Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin'
But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin'
And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin'
****, Fross on top
Understand if you ain't with me
You're gonna fall right at the end, yeah, woah
Nobody clutchin' the semi
You move funny, bullets gon' dance, yeah, woah
A **** just tryna see millies
Make up for them days I pretended, woah
A **** be feelin' like Stewie
My dawgs be with me no friends, yeah, woah
Better get out of my face
Ain't takin' no picture with hoes, you bitches is chopped
A **** done hopped in the plane
Remember them days in the cold, and tried not to hide
These gangsters be rats in the face
They front on the 'Gram, and get booked then talk to the cops
I told her I only need face
And if you ain't doin' the gang, then get out the spot
Bro moved to their sides and sprayed
Then after I send them OT to get a new chop
You wanted to cheat, it's okay
You know that a **** got hoes, you know I'm a thot
You wanted the crown, but you late
If you tried to hop on the wave, then you're gonna drown
These **** ain't give me a plate
I went out, took my shit, ain't give a fuck how
I step on the scene, and get to action, look
Think a **** usin' tactics
Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, huh
In this pussy, no relaxin'
You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh
That's re-up for the package
Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', huh
In the lab, I cook the magic
****, go get some money, why you cryin'?
You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'?
When it start to get hot, **** dyin'
Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin'
When this bitch give me top, she be wildin'
Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin'
But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin'
And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin'
Yeah, that shorty wildin'
Written by: Elijah Quamina
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