Aint No Fun

Yeah, bitch I'm in that Benz truck

Bad bitch, that'd be rude if you ain't let my friends fuck

Shmoney dancin' on you bitches, told her, "We can dance, bruh"

Fifty on my— uh (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy), ooh, yeah, ayy

Fifty in my pocket, teacher told me pull my pants up

Shorty on my line, she on that bullshit, I can't answer

She talkin' 'bout she pregnant, man, she tryna get me jammed up

If she not tellin' lies, you already knowin' what's the plan, bruh

That B shit, yellow diamonds on me, on some pee shit

I'm just tryna kick it with you baby, you and me shit

Blow a bag at Neiman's on a weekend, bitch, I'm geekin'

I'ma freak it, take it back up to the telly, Michael Jackson, I'ma

Beat it, post it up and then delete it

Choppa do a **** dirty, got him shakin', got him leakin'

Yeah, she mad as hell, sendin' paragraphs, I didn't read it

So I blocked her up on everything, I couldn't be defeated

Pull up in that AMG— yo, why the fuck do I keep whisperin'?

Black seats in a black car, hell yeah, that's what I'm whippin' in

I see the goddamn stars, there's no roof or ceilin' in

They be like, "Goddamn Chris, how the fuck do you be killin' it?"

And I'm richer than a bitch while yo' ass workin'

And that choppa turned him to a stripper, got his ass twerkin'

Bitch, I'm not the same ****, that's a past person

Damn, I done broke up with my bitch on her birthday, I'm a bad person

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Try to test me or my ****, we gon' have to grab guns

Damn, rockin' H.Lorenzo, bitch, you rockin' PacSun

Ooh, Kylie Jenner lookin' bitch, she got her ass done

If she can't hit my phone— mm, fuck it man, this rap done

Sike, that's not it

You know me and all my ****, we be on that bullshit

Got her **** comin' home, she put me in the closet

Bitch, I'm really goin' up, I'm feelin' like a rocket, makin' up a profit

Who is really killin' shit that's as old as me?

Lil' bitch, I'm way too lit, I'm in that drive through and they notice me

Performin' on the stage and all the bitches throw they bras and all they clothes at me

They ask me how I do it, I just do what I'm supposed to be

Got a .40 and a MAC and a chop' in a black truck

I'm throwin' fifty bands while I'm in school, I fuck my class up

Around this time this year, man I was broke, I got my racks up

Runnin' laps around the bank, I might just fuck the track up

Hit 'em with a "Uh, damn, I just fucked the track up"

"Fuck it bruh, you ran that shit, it wasn't even that bad, bruh"

Ending of the song, goddamn it, dawg, I'm kinda mad, bruh

Right before I leave, I gotta tell y'all, get that bag, bruh

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none