Текст песни No....Statements - Slater Vance

Walk in the function
When a nigga is stuntin'
You can't help but talking
My memory's washing
Seen me that 10 asked do you come here often
Nobody is watching
Let's make a movie no Christopher Nolan
She said she was all in
My money is all in

Go, go so hard refs handing out the flagrants
Don't make no statements
Bitch I get to moving my wrist clanking
Hear what I'm making
Throw her hips she must been born Jamaican
I taste the Cajun
Niggas cannot handle smoke they playing
That nigga vaping
Go so hard refs handing out them flagrants
Don't make no statements
Bitch I get to moving my wrist clanking
Hear what I'm making
Throw her hips she must been born Jamaican
I taste the Cajun
Nigga cannot handle smoke he playing
That nigga vaping

Spend a band on my body and my shoes
That's a grand for the trainers
The piece in the shoe box we shoot like the Lakers
Show up at the party I turn it to ragers
I'm feeling like Ray J I might have to tape her
I ain't giving no words when I look at the girls with they Vivian pearls
I already got takers
A bag for the green popping out with headbangers
And you in my whip so yo man a head hanger
I Got 21 hoes
Then I ran out of flavors
Got one or 2 bros
Only fam will get favors
Donated the Chrome
When I run outta hangers
The money is old
But the vision updated
Unlimited flows
Had to come from Euphrates
Demand what I'm owed
Never took what they paid me
How could I be cold
With the heat in the waisty
I'm Lewis on roads
In the Rari they chase me

Go, go so hard refs handing out the flagrants
Don't make no statements
Bitch I get to moving my wrist clanking
Hear what I'm making
Throw her hips she must been born Jamaican
I taste the Cajun
Niggas cannot handle smoke they playing
That nigga vaping
Go so hard refs handing out them flagrants
Don't make no statements
Bitch I get to moving my wrist clanking
Hear what I'm making
Throw her hips she must been born Jamaican
I taste the Cajun
Nigga cannot handle smoke he playing
That nigga vaping

Give a man six-figure followers, won't hold a hundred friends
Her boyfriend getting mad worried bout the outs and ends
She should just be worrying bout how I put it out and in
Six-figure followers won't grant a man the strength of ten
Stressing over FOMO, opportunity done come and went
Never been ghosted
What the fuck is paranormal shit
Cause all my niggas frozen
Some superhero shit
And all my checks is spoken
No need for writing shit
The front gate always open
Security got blicks
I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Ain't no coincidence
And all you hear is choking
Friends peeping who she with
But I just keep D-Rosing
Been on Chicago shit
Additive and I know it
Like girl go get your fix
A trip to Edinburgh
LA ain't cutting it
The flight plan isn't thorough
PJs just roll with it
My French girl need Marlboroughs
She outta sponsor it
The shooters stepping Euro
Cause I been traveling