No Front

Grow up, nigga Yuh, yuh A front, nigga, this is not that, no, this is not a front I hunt niggas down and blow em' back I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese A blunt, that's for every single stack Ferrari and the spoiler came attached A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that Filet Mignon, crab well done Super hot, a tan with no sun Like Craig, I'm still the man with no gun Serve a nigga beef with no bun Niggas got a foul, and one Fur coat, style Cam'ron New Versace towel, step on She wetter than a cloud, umbrella She wanna stay the night, can't let her She had to go, so I had to tell her A life without a drum is no fun A hundred plus shots and one gun A hundred shots of lean, not rum I don't drink liquor, just lean Never popped a pill, not one bean Used to serve the fiends one thing Baking soda rocks with chlorine Faygo soda, popping Codeine The highest, flyest guy with no wings Moncler orthopedics, no strings Used to have to eat the sardines Glizzy on the waist by all means You can't put out the flame with no breeze You can't grow this weed with those seeds You can't pull a bitch with those beads Easel Diesel, VVS stones My whole gang got Bawskee vests on Bulletproof to keep the chest strong Give me someone else to flex on All you niggas soft, get pressed on A front, nigga, this is not that I hunt niggas down and blow em' back I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese A blunt, that's for every single stack Ferrari and the spoiler came attached A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that Filet Mignon, crab well done Super hot, a tan with no sun A front, nigga, this is not that I hunt niggas down and blow em' back I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese A blunt, that's for every single stack Ferrari and the spoiler came attached A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that Filet Mignon, crab well done Super hot, a tan with no sun