No Stylist Lyrics

Dripping head to toe no stylists

Both my middle fingers up no apologies

Foreign bitches in my ride, foreign cockpits

You can't stop me, know they can't stop this

Shit I'm wyling out, say she from the west but she bend it south

Drag my dick straight from her pussy to her mouth

She say got a wet ass pussy, let's see what you bout

Making plays, different states but I'm from the town

Feeling blessed, lucky number seven I'm Jaylen Brown

Thousand dollar fits, used to rock some hand me downs

And some people used to count me out, giving me excuses to count up

Niggas pump faking they ain't ever stepping, upgraded from checkers to chess

You better think about your next move could be your next

Your mind your sharpest tool you got, shit could get intense

Rookie all star, I'm feeling like a vet

Became a fucking G since I left the bench,

When you know you'll worth never settle for no less

Left her ass on read, so I know she get the message mother fucker

Dripping head to toe no stylists

Both my middle fingers up no apologies

Foreign bitches in my ride, foreign cockpits

You can't stop me, know they can't stop this

I'm on, fuck that script just played along

Secure the bag run it up like Randy Moss

Real boss, shit I'll make a lesson from a loss

I was stuck at the bottom now I'm rising to the top

I'm from California, Cali weed and Cali stops

Getting real out in the field I can't stop I'll only yield

Thinking if I really love her? Could this shit be even real

Sticking right here by myself nobody intentions keep it real

Balling hard way above the rim, see me and they know it's him

Still eat some top ramen lately it's been steak and shrimp

You know I'm on my grind lately it's been evident

Used to trip about my re ups now it's about dividends

Yea I'm on

He thinked I fucked his bitch but she just topped me off

Yea Im on, shit I swear to god...

Probably spend a whole car, right on a cross, shit...