no hat Lyrics

Yeah, uh uh uh, yeah

Bitch don't kill my

Bitch don't kill my

Niggas not fucking with the kid, when it's coming to the swag

Ima do for me and mines, you know that I'm dropping bags

Frrt, Frrt, switches hit em, yeah and we filling mags

Up the score I know they sad, we can't throw up no white flag

Fuck with the gang, you gone meet the reaper

Hit from the back I couldn't keep her

Roll up I'm smoking sativa, roll up, I'm smoking on gas

I see that he green, I'm taking him fast

AMG 220 up on the dash

Top five up in my class, nigga I never been last

Hit from the back, yeah, yeah I'm quaking that ahh

She shaking that ahh, she shaking that ahh

Yeah, I'm shaking the block, nigga I put me a box on the Glock

You know what I want, then I'm in & I'm out

Gotta find me a rookie, I'm fishing em out, no hat

I don't want the box, I just want the top

You cannot join the gang my nigga, I know that we scoring a lot

Yeah I flooded the watch, yeah I flooded the face

Yeah she loving this shit, when I hit from the front, she grabbing my chain

Nigga be hating on me cause I'm getting it, nigga just stay in yo lane

You ain't bent no block with us, so you can't fuck with the gang

Hoes be sipping the tea, but half of the time they really be lame

How you boujee but you know you fucked like half of the gang

This shit really a game and I'm watching it play out

I gotta win, I can't go home, shid this shit some like the playoffs

I got 20, 50, 100s in this spread, this shit look like a peacock

I got a scope on top of the drac, so lil nigga please don't peep out

Niggas not fucking with the kid, when it's coming to the swag

Ima do for me and mines, you know that I'm dropping bags

Frrt, Frrt, switches hit em, yeah and we filling mags

Up the score I know they sad, we can't throw up no white flag

Fu-fuck with the gang, you gone meet the reaper

Hit from the back I couldn't keep her

Roll up I'm smoking sativa, roll up, I'm smoking on gas

I see that he green, I'm taking him fast

AMG 220 up on the dash

Top five up in my class, nigga I never been last

Hit from the back, yeah, yeah I'm quaking that ahh

She shaking that ahh, she shaking that ahh

Yeah, I'm shaking the block, nigga I put me a box on the Glock

You know what I want, then I'm in & I'm out

Gotta find me a rookie, I'm fishing em out, no hat