No Invitations ft. Gmf Dtown, Joyrd Mar, Shredgang Horse & Glizzy Drake Lyrics

I'm only feedin' myself, I'm done feedin' niggas Y'all be tryna squash shit, I'm tryna meet up with em

I cut a lot of people off cause they don't see my vision Ben Frank, my best friend, I don't need you niggas When that pressure on, I be ready, huh, a lot of niggas can't say that Me and cuz ridin' through the city in a Maybach I'm the type nigga front line, I don't stay back I'ma always keep it real with you, I ain't gon' fake it If I say I love you, you don't need no invitation I'm juggin' everybody cause I'm runnin' out of patience Glock 19, it's a different generation I'm tryna score, I just wanna win You tryna beef with me, you niggas must not wanna live

I been ridin' with my shit since I was a kid I lost my brother real young, you don't understand Hit a town for two weeks, grossed a couple bands Fuck up the road, extra pros, split it with my mans Drunk as fuck, pop my shit like I'm Uncle Bam We was broke for a bo, we was pitchin' in Turn my 06 Chevy to a Mercedes Benz on Ap getting blowed with my nigga Ken Leave the Yo and Go Shred with my nigga Twin Godfearing to survive, shit, I got a sin I lost friends, shit suck, but I'm steady counting ' Had dreams, grossin' mills out of Public Housing

Fuck love when I showed it I ain't get nothin' out it Drop a casket, pour four and sell a dozen out it Hand count to fifty, blues jammed in a money counter If she get nasty enough, give her a money shower Stack it up to the ceiling, now that's a money tower Three codes that I live by, respect money power

Got me thinking where the love

Got me all in my head, I can't really even function The way you stab me in my back, I know that you don't love me I never speak on the shit that I do for you I guess I'm better by myself, ain't got nobody else I know that I ain't perfect, I'm just tryna be my best Lost my nigga to this shit, I can't even get him back Traumatized about this shit, I hate thinkin' bout the past

I could teach you how to get it, I should start a money class When it come to gettin' paper, I never come in last Bags goin' in and out, like a house, I flip it fast Every day I wake up, get some cash and get up off my ass Get a plug, I'm the type of nigga, share it with my mans Hit a lick, when it's done, we gon' split up all the bands Never trippin' on no bitches, can't let him fuck up none of the plans If I fuck, let bro fuck, that's how you keep it in the fam

Rip Po, Rip Woo, wish it never happened Sleep a nigga broad day, call it day nappin' Hard to trust too many niggas out here backstabbin' Just dropped another slip, this bitch same day actin' On parole with a button, cause I can never slip get Blew like a crip off the hip, now that nigga rip Send a nigga up top, now he above the rim Wet him like a faucet, public house and how that nigga trim