NO GHOST WRITER Lyrics

I succeed in anything

Ain't no limits to me

And it's fuck what they think

They use they brain loosely

Game got me bored

Disappointed Truly

Sum of these hoes go hard

If they shit muted

Bentley a coupe

That mean it's two doors

Never let a hoe get outta pocket

Start a new war

Saw the bitch she's acting up

Like who you gone call

It be me, my Glock and I

We on a group call

Lifes good

Got the shit out the gutta

Seen a bitch in my whip

So i changed up the colour

Boy going crazy

Make em Ski I'm no Thugger

Mad as fuck about the last drop

Here's another

Don't like to be told no

I'm a lil spoiled so

Bitches talking down on me

Still they fucking goals though

These bitches is mad slow

Never got they own dough

If they nigga leave they on the streets

That's a no go

My old nigga miss

The shit out a bitch

On my way to being wealthy

Man fuck being rich

Young buck stacked 20k

In a Shoebox

Need a couple m's

So I recruited him a new Thot

I can't fuck with the hoe she burned the Bridge

I like me niggas to be well experienced

He real good with his words shakespearean

If i bend over got his ass delirious

Got Taaylee glued to her mind

Made her think slicker

Didn't mean to turn these bitches on

I had a nip slipper

These niggas be faking for some pussy

That's the big kicker

Gave his bro the keys to the whip

Now that's a real nigga

I ain't come to play games

This ain't no 2k

These hoes still catching up in a new bag

Never gave a fuck bout what a bitch say

Said I never gave a fuck bout what a bitch say