No Mans Land Lyrics

Real Loner I come from No Mans Land

Ion expect you stay cause I been Abandoned

Real stoner mixing up 4 damn Strands

Marijuana for breakfast same name a cereal Brand

I’m balling without a Spalding in my Hand

Real shooter no 3 point Glock Spraying

Real rockstar 3 fingers check the Pants

Keep 4s up real SW4T baby I Am

Kill em everytime ain gotta body no Mam

I fear nobody but the Man Above

I want it Don’t Need it Ain’t Felt it Ain’t Seen it

I prolly Wouldnt Even know the sound of Love

I caught me a Barbie she look like a model she prance

She don’t wanna do nun but dance

She do what she want cause she can

She wanna go to my world I borrow her fuck her

Then send her right back to her man

Just cause I want a lil love

Don’t mean I need it a clear understanding

I keep some motion no playing

I do number and Supply and Demand

Thumbing through Blues gotta paper cut

I had to go out and buy rubber bands

Cause this money getting outta hand

Literally

Even a amputee gone feel me

Use to think about acting I can’t

Cause all I can show is the real me

Diamonds got a young nigga chilly

VV’s straight from the Artic Waters

Pull up with thugs like Dolly and Dora

Got what you need just put in your order

Caught my play way before they hit the door

My play sent his hoe gave her dick and a quarter

Rather go to the trap before I hit Lacora

Drip in whatever this flavor not Normal

I came from Pluto I swear I’m not Normal

Ima real Rich Nigga ion eat at McDonalds

Born a Goat I never met Old McDonald

Bitch I be geeked up Loner Stoner

Zaza and Bacarat my favorite Odor

My money getting Older

Get them bags In and Out like i know Growers

Swear i don’t fear no man

Ain with the talking just saying naw naw

Ain never lacking I keep my Glock on my Ain Playing

Go Outer Space just to get away hope I Never Land

Sometimes it get Lonely No Mans Land No Mans Land

Real Loner I come from No Mans Land

Ion expect you stay cause I been Abandoned

Real stoner mixing up 4 damn Strands

Marijuana for breakfast same name a cereal Brand

I’m balling without a Spalding in my Hand

Real shooter no 3 point Glock Spraying

Real rockstar 3 fingers check the Pants

Keep 4s up real SW4T baby I Am

Kill em everytime ain gotta body no Mam

I fear nobody but the Man Above

I want it Don’t Need it Ain’t Felt it Ain’t Seen it

I prolly Wouldn't Even know the sound of Love