Текст песни No Ad Libs - Eli Fross

Ha-ha-hah
Boom, boom, boom!
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
(Brrrt) Fross!

I step on the scene, and get to action, look
Think a nigga usin' tactics
Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, look
In this pussy, no relaxin'
You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh
That's re-up for the package
Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', look
In the lab, I cook the magic

Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin'?
You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'?
When it start to get hot, niggas dyin'
Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin'
When this bitch give me top, she be wildin'
Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin'
But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin'
And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin'

Nigga, Fross on top
Understand if you ain't with me
You're gonna fall right at the end, yeah, woah
Nobody clutchin' the semi
You move funny, bullets gon' dance, yeah, woah
A nigga just tryna see millies
Make up for them days I pretended, woah
A nigga be feelin' like Stewie
My dawgs be with me no friends, yeah, woah

Better get out of my face
Ain't takin' no picture with hoes, you bitches is chopped
A nigga done hopped in the plane
Remember them days in the cold, and tried not to hide
These gangsters be rats in the face
They front on the 'Gram, and get booked then talk to the cops
I told her I only need face
And if you ain't doin' the gang, then get out the spot

Bro moved to their sides and sprayed
Then after I send them OT to get a new chop
You wanted to cheat, it's okay
You know that a nigga got hoes, you know I'm a thot
You wanted the crown, but you late
If you tried to hop on the wave, then you're gonna drown
These niggas ain't give me a plate
I went out, took my shit, ain't give a fuck how

I step on the scene, and get to action, look
Think a nigga usin' tactics
Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, huh
In this pussy, no relaxin'
You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh
That's re-up for the package
Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', huh
In the lab, I cook the magic

Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin'?
You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'?
When it start to get hot, niggas dyin'
Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin'
When this bitch give me top, she be wildin'
Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin'
But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin'
And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin'

Yeah, that shorty wildin'