No Texting ft. Clayco Lyrics

Superstar, I make her faint

Bad bitches, they face, I paint

Grabba' leaf, I smoke that dank

Backwoods, I go insane

Stuck with the bros, give a fuck bout' the fame

Doin' this shit everyday with the gang

Living my raps, boy, these niggas be lame

Burn out the Wock', so they call me insane

Blow out the gas, so I feel like propane

Five in the mornin', make hits, they bang

Had to cut off my ex, she tried to frame

(D-D-D-DJ Banned)

Yeah, it's the Krashhh

Krashhh Wrld, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Krashhh Wrld, Krashhh Wrld, lеts go

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flеxin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank, I'm flexin'

Block that bitch off, block her number, I don't do no textin' (No text)

Keep that Glockie' in my pocket, don't do Smith or Wesson

Yeah, I done learned some lessons, yeah, steady countin' blessings

I just fucked her bestie

Hollon', thought they was for the resties'

Damn, she just backdoored her

Hollon', I'on even fuckin' know her

Got good drank, so I'm never sober

"Take this dick", what I fuckin' told her

Told that bitch I can't hold her

Cut off my potna', he was a free loader

Wreckin' shit crew, yeah they came with a boulder

Niggas not solid, they binder or folder

Won't catch me with fye', but I bet I'ma toter

Bitch I'm geeked in the sky, so a nigga a hover

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank, I'm flexin'

Block that bitch off, block her number, I don't do no textin' (No text)

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank, I'm flexin'

Block that bitch off, block her number, I don't do no textin' (No text)

Superstar, I make her faint

Bad bitches, they face, I paint

Grabba' leaf, I smoke that dank

Backwoods, I go insane

Stuck with the bros, give a fuck bout' the fame

Doin' this shit everyday with the gang

Living my raps, boy, these niggas be lame

Burn out the Wock', so they call me insane

Blow out the gas, so I feel like propane

Five in the mornin', make hits, they bang

Had to cut off my ex, she tried to frame

Had me in shackles, locked in chains

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank, I'm flexin'

Block that bitch off, block her number, I don't do no textin' (No text)

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank, I'm flexin'

Block that bitch off, block her number, I don't do no textin' (No text)

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'

I just hopped up out the bank hoe, I'm flexin'