No Subliminals

Yeah

You the fly **** on the planet, hear what these hoes keep tellin' me

I could show you how to be a player, they gon' call me Bill Bellamy

Catch a body while I'm out on bond, yeah, that's a real felony

**** be wishin' then turn against ya, the definition of jealousy

The way I shine might is killin' 'em, I hit the club with the Dillinger

Hang around nothin' but criminals, we ain't doin' no subliminals

We ain't goin' back and forth with ****

We gon' pull up and we killin' 'em

We ain't goin' back and forth with ****

We gon' pull up and we killin' 'em

I got no feelin's at all, this shit right here for my dogs

This for the **** who livin' through me, I be collectin' they calls

I want them hunnid, them twenties, them fifties, I be collectin' 'em all

When I die, put me on a jersey, 'cause I was destined to ball

Push start on a whip like I don't even need keys

All I think about is money like I don't even need Jesus

Twenty bands and a pair of skinny, off white with some Yeezy's

They say the rap game hard, but I make it look easy

You know, seem like nobody wanna race with you

But everybody wanna hold the trophy when you get to the finish line

What part of the game is that?

I'ma make 'em respect this shit, you dig?

Brand new whip, yeah, served me a bail out the trunk

Pockets on swole, yeah, lookin' like a ass in the front

And I gotta buy my damn silk so a **** can't add me for nothin'

Can't lose if I want to, these **** can't pass me for nothin'

Three five in the backwood, I ain't even not passin' the blunt

Made it fleek with a bad bitch, call her Kim Kardashian this summer

Yeah, yeah, bitch better show me some goddamn cleavage

Yeah, yeah, bitch better fuck right now or she leavin'

Fuckin' these bitches by the two, nah

Fuckin' these bitches by the few, nah

Fuckin' these bitches by the crew

They need their struggles, I'ma tell them what to do

Say a young **** run around with them blocks out

And I ain't greyed out, throwin' money out the roof

Say a **** on the fourth floor, we in part two

Years I was on the front page news

Damn, if a **** touch my chain he gon' end up in the morgue

MJ four gon' dresser, put a **** ass on a stretcher

Hunnid round drum gon' bless 'em

Ain't no pressure, I'm the flyest **** walkin' on this planet

You might slip off in this drip, got bitches jumpin' out they panties

Goddamn