No libs Lyrics

Mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah, turn me up

Turn me up, let me know

Alright, let's go

Sliding out the vent, all black Nike tent

If I miss, he blessed, bet I still

We got ten like real, your partner need some help

We didn't hit his neck, then tapped him by his head

That nigga dead, can't hear what he said

Hit him cause he spoke all on my man

Strong, can't got bad, pockets stuffed with bags

Then drop down on your mans, what he saying

I don't know, cause the nigga ran, but the opps they pussy

Don't get blitzed for all that looking

Take it far cause he a rookie

Bet my brother hop out and pull it, bet my brother hop out and squeeze

Get out the trap, you gotta leave, I ain't the bitch I need

Money, only thing I fucking see

We got canes and draw like ABC

Glock, you stay with me, keep some gas on me

Hold up nigga, don't need pass on me

I got that Thrax on me, I got that scrap on me

If he reach, I teach, blow his teeth

Come and fuck with me, come and suck on me

I got that fire on me, why you lie on me

Told him I was scared, they don't know I meant to

Spin back, hit everything, but leg

Pop a perc, they see some red

Your partner dead for what he said

Fill his head with number lead, take your faith to snatch a dread

Don't come out house, that boy he scared

Stay on line, that boy he fed

He made his catch, he in the bed

Keep that Glock on me, bet I pop on me

They got the drop on me, but they shot at me

So why they wanna be, I'm on the block like bricks and street

Head to toe like trick or treat

Popeye nigga wears the wreath, I'm what she love to eat

Don't want no company, I keep a rack on me

Keep a pack on me, and that Glock is in my reach

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