No Lucking Up (feat. NOVI)

Woo! Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I feel like I got PTSD, huh

This reminds me of

Nah, I ain't want to

Okay

Woo

Reminds me of Herc working with the mask down

The pistol like my dick, I show my ass and act a class clown

I'm taking work, all of that, this my cash now

I got work but robbing pussy **** like a cash cow

And I got bond and lawyer money, ask the DA

I beat a case attorney, erase the tapes, I seen the replay

I take an eccentric hood bitch on a date

I feel like 3K in my trap, still pouncing like Puma

Real **** give a fuck about the rumors

Ain't no get back, bitch, you better off just suing

You can't hit back, take the dive when you losing

Before I get up out my mind like I forgot to put the sprues in

****, I got dope that hit hard like a Novi beat

Leave it raw, let it hit the streets

And you know we eat

Every time a **** make a move, bet they notice me

Every time a **** make a move, bet they notice me

Yeah, like, like

Aye

Southwood shit

Got two white hoes and I don't got no favorite

If a **** talking, he get faded like a taper

I be in the North, ducked off, getting paper

And I got that beam on that Glock, that's a laser

It came from a caper, I gotta spend that paper

I need to stack now, pay for my sins later

All this damn flavor, excuse my behavior

Coke, prop, and acres, this all a **** came for

Half hungover, still looking for his paper

What's in the news today, did he find his savior

Nah, I'm just looking for some part-time labor

Smash on that bitch, adios, I'll see you later

I ain't waiting on shit, ain't no looking up

Ball in my fucking hand, bet I won't fumble nothing

Or really, I just think they touching us

Novi Jones, the captain, driver of the bus