No Chorus Lyrics

What

I get them commas bitch

I get them commas bitch

I get them commas bitch

What

What

You get them commas bitch?

You get them commas bitch?

What

What

Ion even do that drama, Bitch

I'll just fuck your mama, Bitch

I run this shit like Obama, Bitch

I call them plays like Yakovitch

Ayy, I get that money

Like I'm Mitch, Nigga

Just fucked yo' bitch, Nigga

She a trick, Nigga

She doing tricks, Nigga

She just did a split, Nigga

All that bread you got, it's counterfeit, Nigga

We moving bricks, Nigga

You's a snitch, Nigga

Telling on your fucking homie

You's a bitch, Nigga

Why this hoe asking me to suck the clit?

Just suck the dick!

Ain't getting shit

Now guess what?

She got dick all in her jaws

Ayy, me and my niggas

We gon' ball

Ayy, shopping at all them malls

Ayy, but that's saks

Ayy, if he play with us

Shoot a nigga all in his back

If you think otherwise then you must be smoking that crack

You bet not lack

Make your bitch rub my back

This that no chorus, ayy

Sliding with bulletproof doors, ayy

And I always gotta keep my pipe i don't know bout you and yours, ayy

Getting tired in this bitch

Aye, Aye

We on live in this bitch

Aye, Aye

Finna glide in this bitch

Aye, Aye

She gon' glide on the dick

Aye