No Manners Lyrics

Carrying bitches I ain't got no manners

Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards

He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera

We jugging from Skii to Atlanta

Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned

We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon

I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer

We start fucking slow but I start going faster

Emotional bitch I think she a cancer

She blowing me up she like why you don't answer

You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer

Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self

Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self

Arp that's a handheld

Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell

Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail

He know some shit I really hope he don't tell

Another pussy nigga singing oh well

Fuck out the field go get a job at Modell's

Hotel party we gone rob the hotel

I masked up but he still know my voice

He probably know me or he probably won't tell

Before we go I need to grab some more shells

I call the plug it's time to grab some more bells

Too much diddies probably grab some more scales

Flip some shit and send shit up to the jails

Free prints a hundred pics in the mail

A hundred clips a hundred sticks around the L

They block got hit I had to swap the glick

Heard detectives found the shells

There go twelve time to bail

How you try spin and you crashed out

Smoking on who when I see him I flash out

Before your shooter died we was the ones had him running a fast route

Caught him down bad he was assed out

So much za feel like Ima pass out bitches come around you see titties and ass out

Really that nigga the one who they ask bout

Carrying bitches I ain't got no manners

Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards

He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera

We jugging from Skii to Atlanta

Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned

We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon

I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer

We start fucking slow but I start going faster

Emotional bitch I think she a cancer

She blowing me up she like why you don't answer

You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer

Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self

Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self

Arp that's a handheld

Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell

Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail