NO REACHIN' ft. 100 RAQ Lyrics

Uh, huh

Ain't gotta front if you ain't got it fasho

Make sure your killers straight, don't block no more

Turn yo momma up, don't tweak on a hoe

How you say you ballin, but you reach on the low

Staying with my granny, used to sleep on the floor

Used to have a bitch, but she a freak on the low

Used to taking chances, I'll bet ten and four

Used to diamonds dancing, keep the lights on the low

Aye you a dawg, but you a rat on the low

Yeah I got money, might go put on a show

I love my bitch, I might go turn her up more

When we be fucking, gotta suck on her toes

If somebody talkin' reckless, make 'em stand on that

Nigga steady lacking, where your hammers at?

Said I got him whacked but why you tell 'em that?

That nigga still here, I'll take a L for that

Fuck her while I'm chargin' up my Tesla, we do damage

I ain't taking orders from a bitch, on my granny

I ain't been a bitch ain't never let a bitch ran me

I ain't been a snitch, ain't never let a snitch around me

I don't like no bussdown bitch, I like Nia Long

Baby mama beefing with my side bitch, can we get along

Fucking on this bitch, she tell me"West I hope you make it out"

Trappin' out the vacant just to get my mom a bigger house

Ain't gotta front if you ain't got it fasho

Make sure your killers straight, don't block no more

Turn yo momma up, don't tweak on a hoe

How you say you ballin, but you reach on the low

Staying with my granny, used to sleep on the floor

Used to have a bitch, but she a freak on the low

Used to taking chances, I'll bet ten and four

Used to diamonds dancing, keep the lights on the low

Young nigga who knew my future a be to move that dope

Ballin' daily where the courts, don't want a date with the courts

Eating like a full course turn yo ass to a corpse

Just tapping in like Morse Code we don't live with remorse

I lost my brother to a gun this shit been killing me

Like, lord why this happening to, what the hell it's teaching me?

The system got the best of me, life got the best of me

My seed got the rest of me, die hard recipe

Collect calls from my killers I pick it up like Uber

Rider work remember riding with work we running through it

Copping out don't wanna know if my dog a turn Stuart

Clip look like a U-turn for whenever you turn, do it

Ain't gotta front if you ain't got it fasho

Make sure your killers straight, don't block no more

Turn yo momma up, don't tweak on a hoe

How you say you ballin, but you reach on the low

Staying with my granny, used to sleep on the floor

Used to have a bitch, but she a freak on the low

Used to taking chances, I'll bet ten and four

Used to diamonds dancing, keep the lights on the low