Текст песни No Drew Breez - K. Nick

You move different
When you been through shit
Don't get it twisted
I don't owe you shit
Don't check me
Nigga check yo bitch
She the only one who chose to Commit

I ain't down with all that capping
All in yall rapping
And I don't like to flirt
If it ain't followed by action
Niggas be dick riding
And niggas not even snapping
She fine on Instagram
But real life she lacking
Gotta LA chick
She always talkin' bout what's brackin'
Oh he tryna cop
Well let him know that I'm taxing
I know that man foreal
That boy pussy
He acting
Female tendencies
Emotional
Always chatting
Niggas mad
They bitches
Lacking satisfaction
Can't take YOu serious
So you won't get no reaction
And fuck these hoes
Cause lately they all been
A distraction
I want my chips nigga
And I ain't talking a fraction
When it's time to score
I'm coming clutch like Paxson
Ten toes wherever I go
Won't ever catch me slacking
Not pressed for pussy
She ain't worth it
Then I'm passing it
But if she bad
And I'm bored
Then I'm waxing it

I ain't met not one
Nigga
Quite like me
Don't hang with rats
But I like my cheese
Freak Chick
Stay On Her Knees
No Fazio's
But She aim to please
It quite simple like the abc's
The block hot
Five hundred degreez
Pull up when we feel unease
A young saint but
I'm no Drew Brees

When life get real
I just crack a smile
I den been through worse
Swear I'm happy
Just to be alive
Not buried in that dirt
Roll my blunt
Just to start my day
I might just pop a perk
She gone cum nigga
She gone put in work
You ain't gang nigga
So
Why you even speak
Yea she thick nigga
Unhuh
Heard that she freak
If you stay making excuses
Then you cannot hang with me
Saving money
Smart investing
Cause my family gotta eat
Gotta set the right example
Never know you gone teach
Better watch who you in circle
Drain you dry just like a leach
I ain't tryna be yo savior
So don't think I came to preach
She too shy she acting boujee
Then lil mama gotta leave
Stop actin like you know me nigga
You don't know a thing
Pops told me I'm the greatest
Hold myself to be a king
Don't get caught up in the hype
Everything ain't what it seem
Niggas quick to jump that ship
When that grass ain't looking green

I ain't met not one
Nigga
Quite like me
Don't hang with rats
But I like my cheese
Freak chick
Stay on her knees
No Fazio's
But she aim to please
It quite simple like the ABC's
The block hot
Five hundred degreez
Pull up when we feel unease
A young saint but
I'm no Drew Brees