No Chorus (feat. Dreezy, Buddy & Guapdad 4000)

Shit ain't got no chorus

I don't need no chorus

Bitch ain't got no chorus

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hardware, bear-hide, I got thick skin

Stay down like the pigskin on the yard marker

I'm the Godfather, better talk proper when you mention

Live-wire ****, I'll fire like the pistons

It got 12 V's, and a stick shift

Bitch ****, you get hit quick

Queens ****, we get rich quick

Or die trying

Going for green with the nine iron

I get booked by the hour and time flying

I just took me a shower, 'cause I'm lying 'round the dirty money

****, I'm Zion

Get up, there's no one as high as I am

The realest, you **** is chicken shit

Pot fryin' when you pot-pie'ing

If my **** riding, then it's pop-pop

**** that's word to my pop-pops

I came for the smoke, like a hot box

I came from the borough, I'm top spot

I got flows

Now they want a photo when I rock shows

California in a 'Rari

California, that's the 'Rari

This shit ain't got no chorus

It ain't got no chorus

We don't need no chorus

You **** is so

Aye , four hunnid hoes

All in a row, line 'em up

Hit 'em with the give-and-go

Bitch, you knew what it was when you signed up

I was on cruise control

Until I seen the police behind us

Tunnel vision, I put on my blinders

Had a good fucking run, but your time's up, yeah

I was smoking on weed out in Babylon

Yes indeed-y, I got all my diamonds on

Your bitch wantin' my dick, yeah, I oughta've known

Boy, you crazy, you think that she coming home

Getting money, I got me a bank roll

You cannot hit the blunt, I don't think so

Boy, I sit on the court at the LakeShow

Shut the fuck up, bitch, it's not a sing along

This shit ain't got no chorus

It ain't got no chorus

Ain't no chorus

****, you so

Aye, your bitch watched my wrist stream like Vevo

I came from stealin' all the block chains, ****, I'm Deebo

Only rapper to make $45,000 off IG trolls

We both lit, but your shit don't hit, ****, you a pre-roll

Learn something

Aye, money can't buy respect

But it can buy **** who check those who disrespect

I been on a different check

I got a girl at home on tour, I need a different neck

Never third-wheelin' like a damn trike

I been in the mall with the scam stripe

I might need a wet wipe

For when I touch **** I don't like, yeah

Shit ain't got no chorus

I don't need no chorus

Bitch ain't got no chorus

Got a body like video vixens

Peepin' the fake like a sixth sense

Got a couple K's I put up in the bank

But I need a little more, word to Tristan

Drownin' the money, quicksand

I don't hear these bitches, long distance

Call me 'Big Dreez', I don't fit in

Can't get in my section with a wristband

Floorin' it

Chasing that bag till I corner it

Got wax on the tree like a ornament

Yeah, this drip ain't in stores, gotta order it

Yeah, with the GOATs now, I got high power

Lil dog bitch, like a Rottweiler

All that cap, but I'm blowin' a lot louder

I'ma keep on, let's go like a hot shower

I'm on top now, it's apparent

Pop yo' ass, I ain't talkin' parents

I was broke, used to shop clearance

Now I'm running this shit like a errand

Ain't no comparing us

Need me a thug ****, ain't talking Jerrika

Me and the money got marital

Tom and Jerry, you a character

Pull up foreign and embarrass 'em

(Is that the opening?)

(Do you feel anything yet?)