SayNo2Fent Lyrics

I don't sell no fentanyl, baby, this the real prescription

I know you gon' tell it all to the police, I don't fit description

Lately, I've been feeling like a prophet, I must fit the scripture

Baby, you been getting out of pocket, must want me to hit her

Not with my hands, but she want my dick

Whoop a nigga ass, then I whip my wrist

Bitch, nobody asked if you knew my bitch

This bitch pussy trash, but her head game the shit

I won't beat her up, just beat her back in, I won't eat her out

You gon' wife her up, lil' goofy nigga, you gon' treat her out

You gon' wife her up, she just like Lena, we make movies now

Don't do the swiping up, your bitch a eater, you's a loser now

Can't put no trust in her, cause all of a sudden, she's a chooser now

He went and got a gun, all of a sudden, he claim that he a shooter now

Hit the target, shoot him down, I'm in Target, Cougar Town

Police won't be the reason why I pass(RIP), so I gotta move around

Brodie gon' be the reason, we on your ass, so you better move it now

Most of these bitches be trash, they really eaters, hoe you look stupid now

Most of these rappers be trash, cant give em' no feature, your music get muted now

Most of these heffas be fast, I feel like I'm Future, it ain't shit to lose her now

I feel like I'm Kodak Black, hit him with that wham-bam

Baby, I'll ROB a nigga in broad day, just like I'm VAN DAM

Baby, you know I really be having my way, cause that's just how I am

All of these bitches, they really be all in my way, this shit a damn scam

COLBI just went bald head, he like the new Makaveli

Tell her meet me at the telly, tell em' meet me at the deli

I was in the trap with just me and bro, but no there ain't no telling

(Mumbling)

I'm like Robert, but not Kelly, more like Robert Horry

Bitches out here lying on me! why they telling stories?

Know, I t got my nine on me, you know I ain't worried

She gon' put her spine on me, must think she D' Vorah

She gon' put that bomb on me, but no this not gory

She can't be no Mom on me, won't put her on Maury

Hope my son don't go Dom on me and take me out my glory

Sippin' Don', Knights (nights) up in L.A., I got my gun like Tory