No Feelings ft. Atari Stackhouse Lyrics

Ayy, drop the top when we pull up, so niggas know who in it

I done made it out the trenches, I still hang with killers

I ain't gotta do too much, them niggas know who winning

When you get it out the mud, you can't show no feelings

I get in my bag when I get pissed off I slid with a magnum and I'm still tryna

Hit it raw plug hit me with three pounds, it was gone

Before we dropped the call You come up where I'm from, it's only right

For you to pop it off Ayy, cross my t's and dot my i's before I

Go to sleep I made it out the hood, but I still kick it

With them Cobra's be Met so many rappers, but they met nobody

Cold as me You ain't gotta let the window down, them

Niggas know it's me This shit in my blood, before this rap shit

I was in the trenches Lost so many brothers to the streets, but that's what come with

This eviction, on the door We piss po- we make the most of it

Drop the top before we hit the block, they be like, oh shit

Drop the top and we pull up, some niggas know who in it

I done made it out the trenches, I still hang with killers

I ain't gotta do too much, them niggas know who winning

When you get it out the mud, you can't show no feelings

Drop the top and we pull up, some niggas know who in it

I done made it out the trenches, I still hang with killers

I ain't gotta do too much, them niggas know who winning

When you get it out the mud, you can't show no feelings

Treatin' life like a thot, she suck the skin off

Seen the fiends jump for the rock, like it's a tip-off

Soon as we pull up on the block, I get my shit off

Only tick I know is the clock, don't get me pissed off

They pussy and I'm smellin' it, this machete not celibate

Gordon with the .40, I'm servin' them beef wellington

Shorty trippin' on me, I'm knowing that pussy petulant

Go on till the morning, absorbing them dead presidents

I got it, I fucking got it, 250 semi in my pocket

Finna push this rocket, when I can't reup, cuz they watchin

Only way I'm stoppin', don't give a fuck

Who bout who knockin', finna get it poppin

Come off that profit

Drop the top when we pull up, some niggas know who in it

I done made it out the trenches, I still hang with killers

I ain't gotta do too much, them niggas know who winning

When you get it out the mud, you can't show no feelings

Drop the top when we pull up, some niggas know who in it

I done made it out the trenches, I still hang with killers

I ain't gotta do too much, them niggas know who winning

When you get it out the mud, you can't show no feelings