No Fronting Lyrics

Got Pistol Pete on the beat

And bitch I sip on codeine

I'm in love with smoking weed, and I'm in love with all these things

I can never fucking switch up on my motherfucking team

Squires drive, HUNDO$ Records, til I'm buried underneath

In this life, there's some better places you can fucking be

Gotta do it for yourself, gotta stay up on your feet

Don't you dare and try to lie just for an Instagram feed

And I'm like "Shit!"

3 lines of some code

I'm feeling fantastic when I'm moving slow

My backwood got an eighth of some white widow

And bitch I'm so high that I might fucking float

Im keeping some pipes, bitch I'm keeping some poles

I might fucking die from this life that I chose

But I will not switch up, no I cannot fold

Ten toes for my day ones, that walked the same road

Ay, bitch!

And I cannot just switch up on my killers

I pop some Molly now I'm spinning like a Ferris wheel

And bitch I pop some perkies, bitch I pop multiple pills

I know my momma wish I never started making deals

I know my momma wish I never had to keep a steel

I know my momma wish I never had to go and steal

You tried your best but momma sorry I came out this way

Pockets had nothing so I had to come up with some plays

Got Pistol Pete on the beat

And bitch I sip on codeine

I'm in love with smoking weed, and I'm in love with all these things

I can never fucking switch up on my motherfucking team

Squires drive, HUNDO$ Records, til I'm buried underneath

In this life, there's some better places you can fucking be

Gotta do it for yourself, gotta stay up on your feet

Don't you dare and try to lie just for an Instagram feed

Remember I was hungry only had crumbs on my plate

I only had myself so baby I can't fucking change

Especially for you when you won't do the fucking same

Can't trust another girl, like Juice Wrld said they all the same

They telling me go touch the moon, I'm gonna the touch the sun

They saying I can't do it, I bet they don't know me son

Bitch I'm the one you fear, I'm the one you're running from

I'm the demons in your dreams that make you wake up

In the one they telling you stay away from

I'm the one that's gonna tell you all this shit upfront

I'm the only one that you can really fucking trust

In this world there is some people that just lie for fun

If you talking down my homies, man that's outta pocket

That's some type of shit that turn you straight into composite

Bitch I had to catch some stains for a little profit

Sorry if you miss your homie we don't talk about it

Got Pistol Pete on the beat

And bitch I sip on codeine

I'm in love with smoking weed, and I'm in love with all these things

I can never fucking switch up on my motherfucking team

Squires drive, HUNDO$ Records, til I'm buried underneath

In this life, there's some better places you can fucking be

Gotta do it for yourself, gotta stay up on your feet

Don't you dare and try to lie just for an Instagram feed