Lyrics No Front - Comethazine

Grow up, nigga
Yuh, yuh
A front, nigga, this is not that, no, this is not a front
I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
A blunt, that's for every single stack
Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
Filet Mignon, crab well done
Super hot, a tan with no sun
Like Craig, I'm still the man with no gun
Serve a nigga beef with no bun
Niggas got a foul, and one
Fur coat, style Cam'ron
New Versace towel, step on
She wetter than a cloud, umbrella
She wanna stay the night, can't let her
She had to go, so I had to tell her
A life without a drum is no fun
A hundred plus shots and one gun
A hundred shots of lean, not rum
I don't drink liquor, just lean
Never popped a pill, not one bean
Used to serve the fiends one thing
Baking soda rocks with chlorine
Faygo soda, popping Codeine
The highest, flyest guy with no wings
Moncler orthopedics, no strings
Used to have to eat the sardines
Glizzy on the waist by all means
You can't put out the flame with no breeze
You can't grow this weed with those seeds
You can't pull a bitch with those beads
Easel Diesel, VVS stones
My whole gang got Bawskee vests on
Bulletproof to keep the chest strong
Give me someone else to flex on
All you niggas soft, get pressed on
A front, nigga, this is not that
I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
A blunt, that's for every single stack
Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
Filet Mignon, crab well done
Super hot, a tan with no sun
A front, nigga, this is not that
I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
A blunt, that's for every single stack
Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
Filet Mignon, crab well done
Super hot, a tan with no sun