No Communication Lyrics

Kick in his crib and tell him bye bye

Bullets connecting i call it wifi

Taking his bitch, pulling her hair, mixing her guts like we making sci-fi

That boy keep on playing then he finna die

Aim at his face and he ain't gon survive

762 hit him right in his eye

Call him an angel we made that boy fly

Said he a demon we send him to hell

Shout out lil zay free my boy out the cell

I had to give up the gang life either you Ending up dead or end up in jail

Getting this green like i'm cooking up kale

Feeling like yeat getting saved by the bell

That nigga a snitch, u know he gon tell

Dead opps in my lean cuz i'm sippin em well

Serving them feins off the flip phone

Call me the plug like i'm cisco

Ian folding on the kinfolk

Scoring dubs in the end zone

He got the drop but ain't pushing my way so My nigga what u got a stick for

556 point the gun at his dick now he busting A move to the disco

My niggas crazy they pull up wit glocks

They put the molly inside of they socks

Pretty white ho asking me for the cock

I don't know her name ima call her Megan Fox

Shout out brookmere that's my hood til i die ima keep on repping that block

If you owe me money and wasting my time

Then i guess you could say that i'm punching the clock

Kick in his crib and tell him bye bye

Bullets connecting i call it wifi

Taking his bitch, pulling her hair, mixing her guts like we making sci-fi

That boy keep on playing then he finna die

Aim at his face and he ain't gon survive

762 hit him right in his eye

Call him an angel we made that boy fly