No Feelings (Freestyle) Lyrics

Aint no feelings in this shit, tryna get a B up out it

Don't be talking about what you gon do, nigga be about it

Nigga threw rocks and went hiding, but Im gon see about it

I never kilt anybody, but I got something to do with the body

I told him to shoot a hundred rounds, like he tryna move with the body

And I took him down for them pounds, and fronted them out the posse

I told him my wrist still working, I might go back to the pyrex

Im in love with serving junkies and I can't fucking hide it

Mailman running late got me checking my phone

Hundred rounds in the K, don't get caught outta zone

Check the score board lil buddy, we doin niggas wrong

Know ya heard bout whats a name, he got killed bout that song

They say lil zho been MIA, that's cap I been at home

I been riding in the 'yota getting them bags gone

Yea she tryna fuck

I'm poppin out I'm having it on

I gotta thousand for every fucking knot up on ya dome

Niggas broke I go in ground and the put that shit up on ya

Fuck this rap shit bitch I ran it up off marijuana

Im in love wit mary jane

Mary jane my odor

Mary jane will ease ya pain

Mary jane a soldier

Fuck this bitch she talk too much

Ill drop her off on the corner

Lil hoe you causing me too much problems, and too much trauma

We was young playin cops and robbers

I was the robber

80 pounds popping out with choppers

I handle problems

Where yo big dawg at nigga

Baby Zho probably robbed him

I was on young nigga shit creeping up yea I need all dat

Fucking ya daughter, she suck it I don't ever call back

All in mall wit that glock on me lil nigga fall back

Don't play wit me like no reguar rapper nigga

I was in the streets first

I'm tellnya

Don't forget the one who taught yall niggas man yea

Still putting these niggas down

Im talking about 6 feet under

I ain't never wrote a statement niggas undercover

I ain't hangin with these niggas, gotta do my research

Playin with my name nigga Quickest way to get a hearst

I'm cashin out I'm buyin em

Bad bitches I'm flyin em

Bags from Cali I'm flyin em

Whole closet designer

$200 gucci socks I can't even find em

What makes you think you fucking wit us

Niggas know we flyer

Niggas know we higher

Hoes call me messiah

Change this nigga diaper

He's a fucking baby

Get em a pacifier

Niggas drive me crazy

I been grinding lately

Putting up for my baby