NO MELODY Lyrics

Say he a beast in the booth, how far can you be from the truth

Niggas might be from Chicago, but not what I mean by I be in the loop

Type of nigga with no license, but I'ma still show the whole hood what a beamer could do

Niggas quit being a fool, bitch it's just me and my ego and me and the coupe

Okay, mama coming back with ramen noodles, we was screaming, shouting, yelling, hallelujah

Now we chasing cheddar cheese, I ain't chopping shit up with you, we ain't chopping gouda

Shorty, love me she be study kama sutra, pass it to my buddy if he wanna do

I want all the smoke, puff, puff, puff, pass, probably shoulda went and bought a hookah, okay

Been no limit, limo window tinted, let a nigga widow, come and get it

When he spitting, all we hear is crickets, syllables is worth a couple digits

The minimum, a hundred mil a minute, them niggas raising ruckus for a living

Cause money, money, under tunnel vision, I'm back and I'm better, lil' bitch

It's Femi in the flesh, uh, I'm on my DJ Khaled shit, I'm really just feeling like we is the best

I had tightened the fuck up, then lightened the fuck up, cause y'all just don't seem to be threats

Hollup, think we need a ref, niggas is foul, cause they pull up with three different techs, okay, huh

Femi went and got some money, now he finna buy him a Porsche?

Asking me stupid questions, do you own it? I told that bitch, why of course, owe me, oh my, oh lord

Post-traumatic, why these niggas don't slide no more

Thinking he run shit, only thing he running is from child support, you niggas is crazy