Lyrics No Hook - MB Black$

First things first let me start it like this
Whole team full of shooters and we really don't miss (don't miss)
Don't got my chop well im using my fist
Gang in the back and they yelling(Don't trip)
Sippin on medicine shit got me sick
Remember them days i was copping a nick
Ya bitch my on my body she want me to hit
Ya bitch on my body she all on my dick
She calling me micheal she want me to
She calling me micheal she want me to beat it
Bending ya block and you know we gon bleed it
Rewind that shit i just want to repeat it
Feeling like floyd man i feel undefeated
They want me to spazz lil nigga I'm heated
Ya niggas is my son man stay seated

Niggas is heartless I can't put no trust
Zoom in a skat leave em all in the dust
She throwing a fit while I throw it in fifth
Play with the squad we turn you into a myth
Boom you in paris and blew you a kiss
All on the net and you still auntie at me
Aint no talkinng niggas really don't like me
Why the fuck would i be scared
You bleed i bleed ya niggas just like me
Pop a nigga like I'm poppin a perc
When it get dark I throw on my shiesty
Get on the beat and im going berserk
Told my opp bitch, bitch don't jack me
Small ass circle everyone don't dap me
Small ass circle everyone don't dap me

Gotta small circle don't dap me
Talk on the net but niggas don't at me
If you not my mans don't jack me
If you say that's it's beef send the addy
Like what im on what you on
Talking all tough then you better perform
Like try to hop me the gun getting drawn
Like and you know I'm aiming for domes
She calling me Michael she want me to beat it
Bitch im from Harlem you know I'm conceited
I can't beef with these niggas they only know sneak diss
Talk on the net acting like some treeshes
When I see you outside you better play defense I'm trynna score like I play for the Cleveland
They say that's it's beef but niggas is vegans
Im trynna dump a nigga for no reason
Don't shoot from deep like I'm curry
Ran down man down im inna hurry
Spot em got em now his vision blurry
Eighteen I was showing no mercy
He say he my opp but he know that he ran
Say that he like that only on the gram
When I'm totting the knocks I just hope it don't jam
Or we gon beat a nigga out his vans
I ain't have bands so I had to scam
You was on the gram I was selling them grams
Spinin the V and I'm trynna blam
We woulda clipped the nigga but he ran