paroles de chanson No Point - Kollision
I
know
they
mad,
these
niggas
livid
I
know
they
envy,
I
can
see
that
shit
so
vivid
No
point
intended,
I
just
made
a
quarter
milly
Invested
in
me,
shit
I
worked
so
hard
to
get
it
Got
tunnel
vision,
they
won't
knock
me
off
my
pivot
They
penny
pinching,
I
can
tell
they
barely
getting
it
I
know
they
envy,
I
can
see
that
shit
so
vivid
I'm
poppin'
shit,
I
got
'em
mad,
these
niggas
livid
No
dish
detergent,
they
so
washed
up
like
some
dishes
Don't
guess
they
pretty,
I'ma
wake
up
and
go
get
it
Came
from
trappin',
nigga
having
like
I'm
scammin'
My
bitch
so
classy,
ass
so
fat
don't
need
no
panties
The
plug
didn't
show
no
love,
we
ran
off,
he
was
taxin'
I
fuck
her
on
the
floor,
I
put
racks
in
that
mattress
And
my
bitch
a
diva,
ayy
She
bad
like
a
cheetah,
ayy
And
she
mad
I
just
beat
her,
ayy
In
that
pussy
Ike
Tina,
ayy
Came
from
whipping
up
Tina,
ayy
Get
you
pressed
like
a
Kleenix,
ayy
They
dig
my
demeanor,
hey
My
bitch
got
a
bag,
come
from
Birkins
These
ain't
tinted
lil
nigga,
these
curtains
I
ain't
fuck
with
you
when
I
was
hurting
So
I
don't
fuck
with
you
when
I
be
splurging
Where
the
fuck
was
you
when
I
was
lurking?
Could've
been
doing
numbers
like
jersey
Got
my
feet
on
they
neck,
show
no
mercy
Bitch
don't
tell
me
my
shirt
made
in
Persian
Sorry
no,
sorry
no
apology
She
give
me
head
like
she
knowledge
me
I
know
my
mama
so
proud
of
me
I
am
so
fly
like
a
pilot
be
Bitch
turned
me
to
a
savage
Shoes
came
handcrafted
AMG,
4Matic
No
point
intended,
I
just
made
a
quarter
milly
Invested
in
me,
shit
I
worked
so
hard
to
get
it
Got
tunnel
vision,
they
won't
knock
me
off
my
pivot
They
penny
pinching,
I
can
tell
they
barely
getting
it
I
know
they
envy,
I
can
see
that
shit
so
vivid
I'm
poppin'
shit,
I
got
'em
mad,
these
niggas
livid
No
dish
detergent,
they
so
washed
up
like
some
dishes
Don't
guess
they
pretty,
I'ma
wake
up
and
go
get
it
Soon
as
I
open
my
eyes
I'm
going
to
get
it
This
money
keep
calling
Went
to
sleep
in
the
trap
house,
woke
up
in
a
new
foreign
Shows
coming
in
back
to
back,
swear
to
god
it
feel
like
I'm
tourin'
Label
keep
trying
to
get
at
me,
I
don't
answer,
I
just
ignore
them
Dripping
on
them
niggas
on
a
daily
basis
Givenchy
laces,
Tom
Ford
specs
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
me,
I'ma
die
for
my
respect
I'm
a
young
OG,
from
the
streets
I
been
going
crazy
in
Givenchy,
I
been
poppin'
Yesterday
we
had
a
full
shoot
out
in
the
'partments
The
police
say
they
know
what
I
be
doing,
they
can't
stop
it
I
told
'em
I'm
a
rapper,
ain't
no
trappin',
I'm
an
artist
Hundred
racks
stuffed
inside
these
Balmain
denims
Screaming
free
all
of
my
dawgs
If
they
get
jammed
I
come
and
get
'em
Some
of
this
shit
I
can't
believe,
I
be
like
look
at
me
Man
this
shit
was
just
a
dream,
now
I
get
twenty
racks
to
speak
No
point
intended,
I
just
made
a
quarter
milly
Invested
in
me,
shit
I
worked
so
hard
to
get
it
Got
tunnel
vision,
they
won't
knock
me
off
my
pivot
They
penny
pinching,
I
can
tell
they
barely
getting
it
I
know
they
envy,
I
can
see
that
shit
so
vivid
I'm
poppin'
shit,
I
got
'em
mad,
these
niggas
livid
No
dish
detergent,
they
so
washed
up
like
some
dishes
Don't
guess
they
pretty,
I'ma
wake
up
and
go
get
it
1 Cash Talk
2 No Point
3 Ironic
4 Who You Know
5 Still
6 Not the Same
7 Road
8 Flossin
9 Space Cadet
10 Blessings
11 Glow Up
12 Loyal and Nasty
13 I Made It
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