No Mentions Lyrics

Grrahh

Grrah, Grrah (Gang)

Grrah-Grrah-Grrah (Bow-Bow)

Bow (Bltttttt)

Grrah-Grrah-Grrah (Bow)

Finatic, Im SoSlimee

Gang

Gang-Gang-Gang

This gun my rock, Patrick (On Bro-On Bro)

Ramadan clip, have his lil ass fastin' (Rrahh-rrahh)

Nine with a scope, and the beam a attachment

Leave his ass spiced, now he cooked like cabbage

Street fight, uppercut his ass like Sagat (Sagat)

Fuck GTA, I'll leave you in passive (Passive)

Go opp shoppin', now he in a basket (Basket)

I pull out Sha-naynay, this shit gettin' ratchet (Ratchet)

Get him wiped up, fuck usin' a napkin

Now, they askin' like "what happened?" (What happened?)

Bitch, you better go long, i'm throwin' bullets like it's Madden (Madden)

Whipped out, she said I'm "packin"

Ass fat, that's a wagon

Bitch, I know some steppers that would really leave yo' ass flattened

Light his ass up, leave him smoked out, lung disease

Bullets hit his mouth, let it burn, that's a gum disease

Gun with a wooden handle, sticks like some jungle trees

Write a short story bout' his life, that's a summary

Nigga, no I'm not ya lil bro', you ain't sonnin' me

Finatic this, Finatic that, bitch you tryna' summon me? (Get off my dick)

Keep sayin' my name in ya songs, why you suckin' me? (Suck my dick)

Bangin' at ya top, lose ya head, if you ain't duckin' me

He jump in that water, he gon sink like a submarine

Hallow-tips sharp, get him stabbed like I'm Wolverine

Roll up in the wheels, he on skates like a Roller-Rink

Dumpin' from the can, pop his top like a Cola drink

Niggas stab you in your back and still be smilin' in your face

Tryna' beef over bitches? Boy, you in the fuckin' way

Have his ass in the air fresh, I'ma let it spray (Let it spray)

Keep on mentionin' my name? Suck my dick, you fuckin' gay (You fuckin' gay)

Gang, Bitch