
No Recruits Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Why you acting like you hard, knowing that you scared to shoot
In MPR that bee tha gamg, we ain't doing no recruit
You bust us, we bustin' back, I'm tryna knock his noodle loose
Like bitch you know what I go do, spin around like a hula hoop
I tell Lil Tez that he gon' go, god damn we don't up the score
I'm stuffing dick up in her throat, lil' bruh he mad about a ho
Bitch I been beating on my pockets, they be like damn yo she's soaked
And when they let my nigga towel, he done slimed him out for sure
And bid my white boy out that pen, bitch I call him Jermy
I pray to God that's everyday but he still know that I'm a saint
You dissing me, yo, act on it and I ain't gon' say that shit again
In NPR, bitch we be stepping, check the scope, you know we winning
You niggas bumming, y'all be broke, let bitch start rapping, you a joke
My nigga JD out the way, but when he come out we gon' go
Ayy, Slimy, dude, don't up the scope, how you mad cause I don't know
This stupid bitch tried to go out the heat, I balled a 4x4
The fuck, I look like beefing with most of you niggas, y'all be bummed
Pressure pack up in my lungs, hollows gon' burn him like a sun
My nigga Leroy got a daughter, punch her down, make him your son
And bitch you better play with Jordan, cause hell nah, bitch I ain't the one
Bitch I go dumb, bitch I go stupid, I ain't show love, bitch I ain't cute
You flash a gun but you ain't shooting, what the fuck your ass be doing
My nigga Jay, he made a way, bitch we make bread, you know we do it
I just be walking shit for real, don't even like making some music
We send them shots, about to scat, they tryna spin up in the building
Walk in the room and bitch I'm dripping, they be like damn that boy fluid
Now let me end the song before I end the nigga
And why you keep on dissing on the gang when your ass don't even got a star
Spend it where y'all at, better go live before we make it right
Before we knock him out just like a light
Y'all niggas bright, hell nah y'all do not matter
But we're just like some satellites
I'm smoking gang but they ask smoke a spike
And I be hollow, so where the motherfuckers at
I told them, Dr. Dipp is asking rice
Pussy