No Attempts (feat. Anti Da Menace)

Ain’t too many like me, I come off the head, no writing

Told my youngin take a chill pill, he fell in love with striking

Whoa, whoa, leave his brains on the floor, I’m ready to kick down this boy door

In the west it’s really wicked, if you don’t get hit we spin some more

I’m a different breed, bitch, I step on all like centipedes

I'ma make some bleed when I drop shots, they gon’ remember me

No, I keep that heat these streets colder than December be

Loud house, shoot him in his face, knock a pussy **** smile off

Come round the corner, hold him down, can’t let your shooter go

I want the whole, don’t want no half, that's what I bought 'em for

What I pop 'em for 'cause he was askin' what we robbin’ for

Savage shit got me slidin’ in a rental car

Make me come and spin your block, I use my feet just like a track star

Double back then we gon’ hawk him down

Oh, you talkin’ loud, run up on you then I crack a smile

Swang your block, we riding with the Drakes like shots, we spray him down

I’m tryna catch me another head, I’m goin' mad

I’m posted with them soldiers, you can catch me in that rent

The ARP, it got no stock, you gettin’ killed not gettin’ jacked

Bitch, I be rollin’ off the top, sittin’ in that splatt like where you at

Switch ****, cruisin’ down the west tryna catch one of these bitch ****

How the fuck I was just seventeen but my bank account on six figures

I been gettin’ real rich, he greener than a dill pickle

He moved out of town and think he gone, I bet we still clip him

Wait, brang my choppa out, this **** play with me we cook his ass like Waffle House

He like to run that shit so much a fully on his mouth

Lil' opp keep sayin’ he want his top, told that boy no doubt

Yeah, ****, I’m a real demon, try to send lil' XI to rehab but I be still fiendin'

Bitch, I signed a deal and bought some pills and blew a ten at Neimans

Tried to put my bank account on lock, I start spending spinach

Know I’m young as hell, bitch, I gotta come home with that check

She like why you got that big ass gun, what you gon’ do with that?

Drawn down on a **** neck, make sure his lil' brother stretch

If he don’t get hit, we bring that stick, you know what happen next

If he do homi's, not attempts, this shit get real lit

Slimin’ out your brother ain’t no kill so you ain’t kill shit, real shit

I was on that block sellin’ dope till the bases had a forty on my waist with a fifty in it, wanna wrap

Gotta live this, better wear your cleats since you jumpin’ in that field, bitch

Wrong bitch, guess what, ****, this yo bitch

Walked down, leave him face down where his mail sit

6-2s creep up on your partner in all black dickie fit

Once I do the drill need a person, where my racks at?

Wanna help me out, give me a call like where my splatt at?

Your hoe always tweakin’ about me cheatin like we been past that

I got goals that I’m achieving for no reason, where my mask at

Pull up on the block, jump out with them 223s

6-2s creep up on you leave him in the street

I had to hit him from the tracks talkin’ 'bout a 3

You know lil' bronem comin’ back, they finna let him free