No Discussion

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'

Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions

Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'

But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas

Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey

She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame

Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range

But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame

Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?

Why these **** so mad?

Probably cause yo bitch want an sob ****

'Cause she tired of yo ass

And I'm still with the same **** I was raised with

'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang shit

And that's why, bitch I'm too anti

I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I

'Cause she only want a **** 'cause I'm on ****

Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong ****

Buffed up like a strong ****

12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown ****

You got the right ****, but the wrong ****

Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone with you

If you ain't a loyal bitch, can't get along with you

If you a broke ****, I can't smoke no strong with you

I don't send 'good morin' texts',

I'm the **** who receive them

These hoes ain't shit, I'ma dog 'em then I leave 'em

Cut a bitch off, you the **** tryna keep 'em

Prescriptions through the buffs, fuck **** I don't see 'em

Aye, and what these lil **** mad fo'?

How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles

Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro

I'm married to that cash, fuck a bitch, I'm a asshole

Black **** with the mac like Bernie

Bro got the .30, he's a shoot like Curry

Tints on the buffs, mothafuckas get blurry

And **** talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried

If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone

And how these **** real? They get to run around and tell on hoes

White frames see through fake like a telescope

These bullets comin' to a **** live like it's Periscope, gang

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'

Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions

Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'

But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas

Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey

She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame

Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range

But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame

George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa

T.O got the stock 25 shots fo' four ****

Knew what these streets was when a **** dove in 'em

See you broke hoes a mile away, I got hoe vision

Was shootin' at the ground, tryna have a **** toe missin'

I'm up top with it, tryna have a **** dome missin'

And if yo bitch slide, she get all head, no kissin'

Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this hoe trippin'

Pause bitch, I'ma mothafuckin' dog bitch

And I stay strapped like I never gon' raw bitch

Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't goin' spark shit

Gang full of demons, ain't no **** finna cross shit

Bro's turned to fake ****, swear I hate snake ****

Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint ****

7.62's for you suckas and who hang with 'em

SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin', bitch

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'

Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions

Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'

But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas

Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey

She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame

Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range

But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame