NO REPUTATIONS IN MY HOUSE Lyrics

Real sick

Real sick

Real sick

Real sick

Ooh, sick

Moving slow!

Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door

There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more

Get out my crib if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor

I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)

My fault if I was tweakin' off the eenie minie moe

My lil Ray J done taught me pistols, taught me how to blow

That my OG I know

My ride presidential

They hate to see me go now

F-fuck your home and your reputation (Yeah!)

Six blunts put that hoe up in no rotation

Way too close! I'ma need to stay my fucking distance

Pop it, pop it, pop it!

Lil mama make that wheel pop

Mama make that beat drop,

Shawty make that wheel stop

I'ma fuck that bitch top

Don't leave me alone now

I been in some hotels

Bet she wanna go there?

Spent sixteen on Moncler, twenty on bodega

I jumped off the porch, mama said that I was fucked up

Came in with a mopstick, pass it to my heart bruh

All of these hoes, these hoes, these hoes they switching they pictures like eenie minie moe

I just came in with the glock and new bodega, Aventador, Aventador, Aventador

School at the yard like a mothafuckin' jail house

If a bitch run they mouth they gon send him in the sandlot

Noah came around, feel equipped with that K

I need novacaine all them drugs numb my pain

I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!

I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!

I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!

(I been) Pour my double cup with some more right now yeah

I'm a side killer I just came in then a round yeah

Brand new fur my coat, I might do it for the vibe yeah

Moving slow!

Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door

There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more

Get out if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor

I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)

Get out if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor

(Balenziaga) Y'all fucking with the news

With the news

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Racks on the seat what I want!

Take me out to heaven where I'll be quite alright

I don't care about it, what I do in my eyesight

See the pain, novocaine