No Stressin ft. Rio Da Yung Og Lyrics

We got deals

On the petro

Come and take a look

This shit been

Selling like it's

Let go

iPhone doing

Backflips should

Invest into the

Metro

Police nigga ask me

What I got in

Shit its stepped on

Snitch ass nigga

Cellow in the blender

He don't stop

Until it's clean

Cause I can't lose

A tenth in this

Bitch I need everything

Thirsty but I got

The eye for real

Snatchin every fien

Break slamming

Donuts in the street

Dumping every g

I can't even rap

The booth in the trap

And the phones ringing

It fucked my head up

When I seen my first

Nose bleeder

Supercharged truck

We tinted up

We real high speeders

Scared to take a risk

Can't be no bitch

This how we getting

Rich

Jordans on the press

So I can come through

With balenci drip

And thirty rounds

Up on that glock

Thats my only protection

My nigga stashing blocks

Of ten like he playing

Tetris

Counted up a sixty

Twenty-five came from

Stretching

Never seen a money truck

Chase a hearse

So I dropped a necklace

Diamonds doing the tango

Off the white sticks

Feeling like a blessing

Stars can't shine without

Darkness

Had to learn the lesson

It's thirty two two three's

Thirty reason's I ain't

Stressing

Touch me a nigga

Dying every thirty seconds

If I never made a song

I'd be birdie selling

Nigga trippin on the East

I have big birdie press em

Triple fat goose

Bitch I just went to church

In a leather

These some christian louboutins

With the bloody bottoms

Hit him in his head

In the club

I got a bloody bottle

Just ran a stop sign

Hit a bitch

I got a bloody condom

Hold on lil bro

Don't shoot

That's my uncle thomas

Don't try to rob me

Cause all you gone get

Is a bunch of knowledge

They wonder why I'm smarter

Than all my rivals

I did a month in college

Deep throat

Getting head from yo bitch

Tryna touch her tonsils

Bitch stop acting like you

Superwoman

Before I fuck yo momma

I'd gps track a nigga down

If they touch deshawnda

I can have four five

Million cash

I just love mcdonalds

He thought he got away

From me

Then my cousin shot him

Oh you was looking

For a English bulldog

My brother got em

I'm nodding sweating

Slobbering off a couple

Roxy's

Dropped two percs

In my pop

This a cup of oxy

I am not finna fuck

That fat bitch she got

A bubble body

He always talking bout

What he had

Thats just uncle charlie

But anyway

Have you ever taste

The activist

Bro the whole city

Know you broke

Why you acting rich

She jumped out of line

Five times

Course I smacked

The bitch

Damn

I did not know I fucked

Yo bitch

That was a accident

Yeah yea

I'm on my rapper shit

Hit a lick for a brick

That I don't have to split

Hit him in his cheek

With the nick

He did a backwards flip

Just know the percs

Kicking in

You ever see me scratch my hip

Yeah ghetto boy shit nigga

You know what the fuck goin on

Yeah this shit on the floor nigga

Iight