No Guts, No Story Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Stuff a three.5 then I blow it on the patio

Wanna face it to myself, I'll share it with my family though

I just locked in, dawg, I used to have the nappy fro

I don't smoke no reggies, little homie, so don't pass me those

Got me spittin' crinack, if you listen, know I'm actually dope

I can shoot and steal, but I ain't really with the back and forth

Prison or an argument, dawg, I'ma let you have them both

I know they don't think that I'm a lick because I'm actin' broke

Some think that that's scary, bro, well, I just think it's rational

Make it easy, I can get 200 without passing go

Claiming you a shooter, but you never seen a 'matic blow

Delusional illusiont, a truly stupid magic show

Took her to the Coney on the east, this is not national

Had to get some grub so she would shut up all that yappin, bro

It's a lot of routes up in this city I ain't have to go

Dibbled and I dabbled and now I what I want, I actually know

Hold on, wait a second

Professor Story bout to teach these boys a lesson

And that's ironic, I ain't one for the testin

Everywhere I go, you know I'm holdin' on my testicles

Why y'all worry bout some metrics

I be tryna make sure all my pockets is symmetrical

I asked my brother, what you reppin

And it had broke my lil' heart when he told me that he rep the four

It don't matter, we still blood if we bein' technical

Them the type of things I think about and I just let it go

Because if it's for my family, I'ma have to let it go

We can say that it won't happen, honestly, we never know

That's why I got out the game, I'm bout to blaze this medical

Marijuana in my brain, it got me reppin' hella cold

My closet is a hurricane, it got me drippin' head to toe

I don't ever flash my money, got em lookin' skeptical

Yeah, but I be workin' a lot

And all the honeys flag me down like they work in a lot

Lil' shorty come through, let her twerk in the spot

Grab the towel, not for period, she squirtin' a lot

I call my brother Gordon Ramsay, cause he work with the fire

The pandemic Instagram, boy, these verses is fire

I take pride in knowin' that all these verses is mine

My lil' brother got some percs in his sock, huh

Hit your baby mama and I'm not gonna stop, huh

If I see some drama, then I'm droppin' the top, huh

I don't never hide, I be in popular spots, huh

Know I won't get touched, I got a positive mind, huh

If she text you back, that means she not really mine, huh

These boys they be simpin, but I promise I'm not, huh

Hit my bank account and I deposit a lot, huh

Just like my thinkin' with the box, boy, I'm outside

Lil' shorty lookin' at me with them brown eyes

She so beautiful, I'm starin' with my mouth wide

And she love when I get hands right around thighs

She came over, seen my bed, told her hop right in

Finna beat it up, but I'm not violent

Yeah, these boys can rap, but it's not quite this

If doggy tattle-tale, he is not my friend