No Huddle ft. YHL Bran Lyrics

Yeah running through plays boy this shit a no huddle

My girl like to cuddle she wet as a puddle

I pull up on shawty with roses and truffles

This shit not a game but you niggas in trouble

Got cash in the bank and got more in that duffle

They trying to replace me but can't find another

I'm balling like Herro inside of that bubble

Yeah so many plays rest in peace to John Madden

I'm so far from average

My bitch she the baddest

My old hoe keep calling to check on my status

I'm cool on lil shawty already done had it

I'm balling year round I don't wait on no taxes

Show me some love if you see me in traffic

Whatever I drop they gone call it a classic

Yeah

I been the man had to get in my zone

These niggas still hating the fuck they be on?

If I hop on the track then I can't do no wrong

Money keep calling can't put down my phone

Saving Juli some features cause he coming home

If it ain't pure you should leave me alone

No I don't want your heart cause that shit isn't chrome

I feel like a Ram I just touched down in Cali

Hit after hit boy this shit like a rally

Pass her to bro I just threw em an alley

Whoever kept score probably ran out of tallies

Don't fuck with these niggas got that off my chest

I'm taking off tags whenever I dress

I'm the one leaving these rap niggas stressed

Why fuck with a lame when she know im the best? (huh)

Yeah running through plays boy this shit a no huddle

My girl like to cuddle she wet as a puddle

I pull up on shawty with roses and truffles

This shit not a game but you niggas in trouble

Got cash in the bank and got more in that duffle

They trying to replace me but can't find another

I'm balling like Herro inside of that bubble

Yeah so many plays rest in peace to John Madden

I'm so far from average

My bitch she the baddest

My old hoe keep calling to check on my status

I'm cool on lil shawty already done had it

I'm balling year round I don't wait on no taxes

Show me some love if you see me in traffic

Whatever I drop they gone call it a classic

Yea popping my shit I ain't never been average

Whenever I rap I'm giving em captions

Whenever I post I'm giving em fashion

Whatever you with I'm with I'm matching

Whenever Sly hit I hit no cappin

Aventador, I get to dragging

I hit Dior, I get to spazzing

Having racks before and after taxes

Ben Franks Grants and some Jacksons

Icey like a mountain, out in Aspen

Hollows through your chest, leave you gasping

Running these plays we don't huddle up

All of this ice had to double up

Got some lean in my cup this a double cup

We number one they the runner up

Add it up, yea

Keep adding these racks I just summed it up

You must ain't heard you can't fuck with us

I just told Sly get the Bentley Truck

Slid in the room with my blicky tucked

Niggas want smoke, then it's up

Business man I'll start a business up

Business and pleasure won't mix em up

Yeah running through plays boy this shit a no huddle

My girl like to cuddle she wet as a puddle

I pull up on shawty with roses and truffles

This shit not a game but you niggas in trouble

Got cash in the bank and got more in that duffle

They trying to replace me but can't find another

I'm balling like Herro inside of that bubble

Yeah so many plays rest in peace to John Madden

I'm so far from average

My bitch she the baddest

My old hoe keep calling to check on my status

I'm cool on lil shawty already done had it

I'm balling year round I don't wait on no taxes

Show me some love if you see me in traffic

Whatever I drop they gone call it a classic