No Borders Lyrics

(Border skrrt, skrrt)

(Border skrrt, skrrt)

(Border skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah No borders ( huh)

Got your bitch right on my d*ck, I'ma Savage (what)

I'm gon' beat you in your game, I'ma f*ck her (Prr!!)

She too wifey for the diss, yeah you heard her (Huh?)

I'ma Phantom get your pissed, bitch I ball right (what?)

only son from the nawf, friends with Glock 9s (pow! pow!pow!)

got too many real estates, pockets full, huh (Money)

Way past fucking with your shit, I don't screw up (Prr!!)

I'll get you hit before you diss,

I came up strong

Used to cut pills on the streets while selling dope (Cocaine)

Hiding franchise from the cop, I had two cope (cope)

Shit just made me have no heart so watch your back,

Don't try to attack (Huh?)

You frosted flakes,

Skunking with my voodoo's (Gang!)

My nigga cashed out to some sluts, so we all goin cuckoo

that nigga, cashed out to some rat, nah he not from the voodoo

That fucker's dumb to be your friend, nah he just drank some thick boobs

That nigga messing with the jewels, shot him ( bop! bop!)

Be pumpin sensing into that head but you so dumb dumb (Stupid!)

You think it all just a game my nigga passed up

He somewhere tortured in a den, now let me get right (witcha!)

What if i bust it to your face

So try and get right, (right)

I don't give fake rhymes, (rhymes)

I'm always Armed tight, (tight)

just bust your brains out

So take your game high,(high)

Don't try to play hide, (hide)

I'll get you wiped out so you don't snitch

( Ronny did it he passed the borders)

Yeah No borders ( huh)

got your bitch right on my d*ck, I'ma Savage (what)

I'm gon' beat you in your game, I'ma f*ck her (Prr!!)

She too wifey for the diss, yeah you heard her (Huh?)

I'ma Phantom get your pissed, bitch I ball right (what?)

Only son from the nawf, friends with Glock 9s (pow! pow!pow!)

Got too many real estates, pockets full, huh (Money)

Way past fucking with your shit, I don't screw up (Prr!!)

I'll get you hit before you diss,

I'm a Saint, I pray to God,

Jesus peaces on my rolls

I need bitches on my call, stressed up niggas, Jailed for life

I try to ascend, up, so you won't catch me

Boost your style, I'll let you hate (hate)

Cos you just helped me gain my fame,

Y'all balling fake (fake)

I can splash and still gain more, I'm changing gangs

(Rich)

All for money, I'm a boss, I got plain janess

13 on mean like I'm Harden, yeah

Shoot you shot