Lyrics No Chorus - Yungen

Oi, sometimes,
Sometimes man ain't tryna hear no chorus, ya know what I mean?
Man just wanna hear bars,
Straight foot to the floor ting,
No reversing, just straight, smooth glide ting
You know what I mean? Bars
I ain't tryna hear no chorus,
I ain't tryna sing along in the car, it ain't about that life
Hey Yungen, show them what you're dealing with bro

My brothers shot pies and rob guys
I'm just tryna find the right suit for these mob ties
Cuffed a little lighty, no chest but she got thighs
And she'll be the first to tell these niggas I'm top five
At this age, how are these man still broke?
Your little re-up P's, I spent that on a coat
You say you're gonna ride, we know that you won't
Feds tryna nick a teen cah they know he's got the smoke
That's my young G, used to send him country
He made his first three bags, bought himself a pumpy
Long as I ain't rapping, everybody's comfy
Yeah we've both got a Merc, you pay off monthly
Sixty bags cash, 180 on the dash, flash
Got another fifty in the stash, splash
Listened to your album, verdict - trash
[?] with the bangers and you know they got that mash

Oi Yungs, you're killing them my guy
Oi that's what I need to hear from you bro
I've been telling you for a long time, you're a savage, beast
Get them again my guy

Ric Flair in the ring like I'm a wrestler
Pulled up in a Tesla
Alexa's playing Yungen while I'm playing Alexa
Most my guys trap, they used Deborah for a tester
My boy moves charlie, she asked him to leave one extra
You and I are different, I am way fresher
Used to [?] on a pushie or a Vesper
All these gal around me, looking like a young Hefner
Off-white drip, they don't know a better flexer
This ain't a Roley, this a mortgage
Gave away Chanels 'cause I was running out of storage
I had to [?] one ting, she used to force it
Said my boy had beef in East and then I sure ditch
They wanna catch up with the swag but cannot source it
Walk it like I talk it, 120 in the Porsche whip
Nigga keep up
Before you talk shit, get your P's up

Aha, oi, before you chat shit, get your P's up
Oi Yungs spent more money in
Marbella last night than you earned last year
Here on some international shit now

Worldwide settings, started in the bando
Dubai seven up, I ain't tryna let my tan go
Madman T, he might pull up in a Kango
But it can get pear-shape if my brudda lets his man go
Since I've made star bucks, I always send my nan dough
Mandem see the cash flow
Never do them bad bro
My youngen kicks ball but he's an ASBO
[?] kicking rarse in his astros
He don't need no Rambo
Back like I never left
Pressed her with the D and now she's no longer depressed
Niggas pillow-talking, brudda say it with your chest
Man wanna post codes 'til them niggas get addressed
They were talking shit, I had to step up
They were doubting me, I kept my head up
I was here getting my bread up
So you should know that the price just went up