paroles de chanson No Disclosure - No PT

I'm off a perc with yo bitch getting slutty
If she ain't a ten she can't touch me
Fuck that girl I want you and yo buddy
Two cups full of red both muddy
Fuck that we ain't got time for discussions
Brodie take off his head if he bugging
Sharpshooter I'm tryna get me a bucket
Blick to big boy I can't even tuck it
No PT for reason boy don't get me started
I ain't got no time play these twin glockies like gumball and Darwin
I'm finna take off his face nigga try and we leaving his blood on the carpet
Her pussy was trash when I hit I was yawning
Can't t up with them they gone shoot up ya party
Got a Glock on my hip in the trunk it's a carbon
On again yea I'm on again
She didn't want to fuck so we can't talk don't hit my phone again
Pure bread dog I'm just chilling with my Dobermans
Gave her the boot she wanna run it back ok let's bone again
I been taking plenty pills it's hard for me to cope with it
Twelve was at the door got sticks and poles boy just don't open it
Step on the pedal drifting burning metal I'm just floating it
Ain't no disclosure we don't talk to rats it ain't no hope in it

Nigga my money go stupid we ain't got no common sense
I got thirty on me now we shoot first no self defense
Only friends I really got is them dead presidents
They the only ones stay down I know they'll never switch
My chopper got a stutter ain't no running when he spit
We can't beef online fuck that let's slide right to his residence
Bullets blow his mind let's hit his spine cause that boy had me bent
God left me lone I sin a lot think I need to repent
Pull the mask down hoodie up we slide anonymous
I just put Rick Owens on my feet they cost more than ya rent
Niggas broke and they confused can't believe how much I spent
You can diss me if you want like a blunt face the consequence

On again yea I'm on again
She didn't want to fuck so we can't talk don't hit my phone again
Pure bread dog I'm just chilling with my Dobermans
Gave her the boot she wanna run it back ok let's bone again
I been taking plenty pills it's hard for me to cope with it
Twelve was at the door got sticks and poles boy just don't open it
Step on the pedal drifting burning metal I'm just floating it
Ain't no disclosure we don't talk to rats it ain't no hope in it