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No Statement (feat. Tale$)
2,683
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Statement (feat. Tale$) was released on June 15, 2021 by WeezGotti as a part of the album Lace Mode
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Release DateJune 15, 2021
LabelWeezGotti
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WeezGotti
WeezGotti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Rincon
Luis Rincon
Lyrics
Tale$
Tale$
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LilMvrdaBeats
LilMvrdaBeats
Producer

Lyrics

(*Izzy on the beat*)
Gotti
Free the thugs
Get out my face, bitch, you basic, and I got expensive tastes
See these VVSs every time I cheese, it ain't no braces
These Giuseppe shoes got splashes on my feet, these ain't no Maisons
He on black and white, keep flashin' all that cheese, gon' make me take it
Rollie watch and hope I stumble, had to tighten up my laces
**** workin', gave them people's whereabouts in all my places
How they droppin' all your charges, but they filin' all my cases?
Swing this K and drop these shells before I ever drop a statement
Sippin' Wocky, this ain't Tussin, this a Draco, this ain't Russian
She ain't boostin' and she hoein', she ain't hoein' and she punchin'
I'm a top dog, play, I get you knocked off
Steppin' on that frontline, I'm right there when it pop off
I ride around thirty-three on and it's pokin' out of this VLONE
Free Six, it won't be long, that's brodie I can never see wrong
They always askin' what he on like trippin' tryna get me gone
This K got twenty-threes on, get spraypainted with a tee on
Nah, we don't do the Insta' beef, we leave it in the streets
He over there but he ain't active, fuck it, leave him in the streets
We've been slidin' tryna catch a body fiendin' for a week
Interrogation room, them peoples know that we don't never speak
When we walkin' up on feet we ain't shootin' out no car
If you talkin' bands or bodies, huh, we the ones by far
This a four of Wocky in this liter, no, this ain't no par
I swear I miss my dogs, free them killers out that yard
Free them boys, ****
Get out my face, bitch, you basic, and I got expensive tastes
See these VVSs every time I cheese, it ain't no braces
These Giuseppe shoes got splashes on my feet, these ain't no Maisons
He on black and white, keep flashin' all that cheese, gon' make me take it
Rollie watch and hope I stumble, had to tighten up my laces
**** workin', gave them people's whereabouts in all my places
How they droppin' all your charges, but they filin' all my cases?
Swing this K and drop these shells before I ever drop a statement
Huh, full-blown bastard on you ****
I'm tired of bein' past with you **** (That ain't no passes)
****, put some respect on your big dog (I'm a big dog)
Any way you put it I'm a big dog (I'm a big dog)
You **** must be sippin' on that fentynal (Gettin' high, ****)
Leave your body in a puzzle like a jigsaw (Put it together,****)
I'm gettin' to the money and I'ma stay on it (And I'ma stay on it)
That bag on your head, I'ma lay on it (I'ma lay on it)
I ran through them 'jects since I was nine years old
When that hot shit hit you, ****, come back froze
Playin' with the Tale$, they gon' be wipin' his nose
And get your mans stripped down for some shit that he told
Ain't no simp for you **** disrespectin' the code
Ain't no dick between your legs and your pussy get exposed
Send them shooters at you, they comin' back with your soul
And I ain't passin' up no **** when we uppin' the score
Get out my face, bitch, you basic, and I got expensive tastes
See these VVSs every time I cheese, it ain't no braces
These Giuseppe shoes got splashes on my feet, these ain't no Maisons
He on black and white, keep flashin' all that cheese, gon' make me take it
Rollie watch and hope I stumble, had to tighten up my laces
**** workin', gave them people's whereabouts in all my places
How they droppin' all your charges, but they filin' all my cases?
Swing this K and drop these shells before I ever drop a statement
Written by: Luis Rincon, Tale$
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