No Voice (feat. BabyDrill)

Bro, there's shit up here

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm on the beat, I get one for that boy, shake it on

He got no voice, we're going, **** you fourteen, you do what you want

Never off, I'm on beat for sure

Free to church sayin' heart, one beat for sure

Everybody 'round me gettin' paid on bro

Ain't be on tonight, I be my hoe

Once you have four guns, it's me and Joe

Poppin' 18 sen' in the street for sure

Gon' be the first take 'til we're on, let's go

Still livin' like bad bitches, hunnid on billies

Say you billi' tag me and you hear me

He's a dawg, that boy like five feet

The B is the B joint, it's five feet

The house the B joint, nine to six

Opps still pass, we still crackin' hinges

Ruchi', like skin shit like we're in it

Gucci, walk, then goose made a pin

We could strike 'em but we couldn't hit Carvana, yeah

So it's for Carvana, of course

I fuck with Blaze and K5, but I got love for Drummer

Me and Uno don't see eye to eye, but I love his mama, I knew my bitch was crazy

That bitch wasn't playin', she fucked with Spiderman on him

Shawty ain't goin' for nothin' on God, ain't goin' for nothin' on God

I'm still tryna catch up with Buddy and Buddy from Russia, they come in my pod

Them ain't never makin' it, rappin' out cup in the mountains, oh, well, it does

**** be sayin' they strikin', but let's get you clubbed

While I'm strikin'

I get beatin' and jiggin' for sure, uh, I need a pair, uh, uh, uh

Take me to the lot, let's go, uh, St. Louis, he didn't fight foe

And I went by the car from the same lot

Me and bro just fuckin' the same thot

I became a monk, I came out

If we wasn't thirty, it's a strange lot

Let's go, now we're off, I'm on beat for sure

Free to church sayin' heart, one beat for sure

Everybody 'round me gettin' paid on bro

Ain't be on tonight, I be my hoe

Once you have four guns, just me and Joe

Poppin' 18 sen' in the street for sure

Gon' be the first take 'til we're on, let's go

Still livin' like bad bitches, hunnid on billies

Say you billi' tag me and you hear me

He's a dawg, that boy like five feet

The B is the B joint, it's five feet

The house the B joint, nine to six

Opps still pass, we still crackin' hinges

Ruchi', like skin shit like we're in it

Gucci, I walk, then goose made a pin

Glock, walk, damn button on the blanket

Hop out G-Ride with the same tenor

Check me out, I'll bet on it, we gon' hit it

Took a lil' time, now he only work nights

A real man, man, first date on one J5

****, we talkin', that shit get checked out

He got caught on the sun and we got that white belt tied

Walked up out, I caught some nugget on hi-fi

This just the way that we live (yeah)

Swing on Skratka, I go Keemtra

Walked up out, now I get it popped and beat buildin'

****, we talkin', that shit won't see never

Brr, brr, cut, ran, docked, need a refill

Lose a lil' bit, want some Lulu on lemon

But I cannot purchase that, I am not feelin' her

I'm on real thrill, wait, playin', don't killin' by her

212 with a young **** like me

Man bro, put shit on YT

Long night, late night, we was strikin'

J-Dog with a blick like Nike, brr, brr