No Aim ft. P Yungin Lyrics

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Ayy, Sal, what do you think this nigga turnin' out like

Ayy, like I say, put your gun up, you don't like that nigga

Fuck him, he a opp anyway

He a opp anyway

Get him out the way

Put your fuckin' guns up if you feel like they can't fuck with you

Heard around the cone they hit LaPont and says, up with you

They used to dab, get down on you, was fuckin' with the top of them

I'm still a 4K train, my green flag boy ain't gon' stop at him

Remember days up in that coupe, I been caught and get at you

Talkin' all that bloody shit and I don't fuck with Skelly, bitch

They know y'all get my brother, bitch

See how I been blowin' switch

That nigga hit my DM, talkin' bout I smoked his partner

What's a goon to a goblin

You ain't never slain that chopper

You was never in no shootout and you had to blow that fire

Baby, check it, he my cousin

See all that shit's on his face

I don't fuck with who gang D, so when I see him, I'm gon' spray

Ayy, say look, I swear to God, hold on

Ayy, who you heard that nigga pointin

I'm pointin' fuckin' costumigo in the coupe, nigga

I ain't gon' fuck

Who the fuck is you, nigga

Hold up

Say, y'all need to see my face

See my brother named P-Young and catch Lil' Dump and do him nasty

I think niggas try to set me up, I'm lurkin' through drastic

Niggas know I love Lil' Coofer, but I think he play both sides

I ain't trippin

Told my partner if he play, he gotta sign

Now let me run it bout Lil' Kimba

Thought he was a gang member, but he fuckin' with them niggas

And he know I'm tryna kill him

ARP at hole 60

This bitch hot, boy

Fuck Lil' Duke

I don't know no TMH or Descartes Frito

Yeah, that hurt ain't left him dead

They put one up in his head

Violin Youngin' put that dope up in his nose and touch his head

Heard he talkin' to the feds

It's okay, just leave him dead

I go by Rico Taliban

I'ma die slayin' lads

Shootouts on that grandma's house

Pistol right under the couch

Mama told me if I see a droid, I gotta take him out

What you mean I'm thuggin' bad

What you mean that I'm gon' crash

Fuckin' right shit, I'ma catch up and leave him on his ass

They say my daddy was a gangster

What you think that I'm gon' be

Kittin' licks in the front yard on House Arrest on Playman Street

They like Lil' Rico dissin' niggas

Why the fuck he ain't deceased

Boy, that chopper stay with me

Name a nigga play with me

I be really thuggin' bad

Rico Taliban gon' crash

Call the ARP at Fred O'shawn and hit LaGussa with that gag

People say I did that bad

I feel like I take them right

I told my youngin' fuck that stolo, better go hop on a bike

Hey, say, look

I really be chillin, but look

I really wanna keep talkin' my shit

But you niggas can't even fuck with me, man

That's why I don't even rap

And I be lettin' my lil' brothers take over this shit

Cause you know the thing

I'm really tryin' to catch a kill, and this is for real

Hold up

Sailor don't bitch when I catch her

I'ma smack you, you gon' die

You're the partner

That shit's wrong

Go through the gate, and we gon' slide

Lil' D-Boy, you a bitch

I watch YB make you cry

Tent full of buku

Cop he never make a nigga die

Litter got put up in the sky

Share with Marty, baby

Gotta hit up P and slide

CG Commons on God

Bust up with that chop

Rougarou that keep on rappin

Bust that bitch up in his momma

Lil' Dump mad about his baby mama

Bitch, that ain't my problem

T-Top, he mad about that deal

Really mad that I got all of it

Catch these rappers and smoke all of them

I don't go fuck niggas, man, I don't

Fuck my bitch, you know I see her

Catch you in the red dot, then I don't

I'ma keep pre-rollin' up new new

Tell niggas spend three hundred

Look on if they got shot

Pussy bitch, I was prayin' he choke her

We gon' keep sprayin' the switches

Till they don't get up no more

Spray my cousin with that switch

He up in Dixie

He a ho

Pesto's in the city

It got kick

I spray that fuckin' chopper full