Текст песни NoBap - Tay900

I ain't sparin' no hoe, I ain't playing with no nigga, never get caught lackin', I keep
Me a pistol
Call me Lil Hitler, I stay with them hittaz
Nigga thinkin' shit's sweet, ass blowed like a swisher
I'm fucking his hoe and I hit the bih sister

Hoe get out of line then I'm gonna dismiss her
Niggas not solid, they ass soft ass tissue, last two niggas played, and they ass got the Issues
In love with the money, only thing I commit to
You not the shit, I could not smell you
You not a real, and I cannot stand by you I'm ballin' on niggas, I feel like Lil Caillou

All this bread in my pocket, not your cheese For me, not you, baby, bout to bless me on
Her knees
Like I said ah choo, I gave her the dick, I got that off her wish list
Wanna be, Opps put them boys on the hit list
Momma said if it ain't broke, do not fix Racks' in my jeans, but I never played tennis

Work a hoe out, but no L.A. fitness I stay in they mouth like a motherfucking dentist
Drum on the Drac, that bitch came with some titties
Z bo the glock, that bitch came with a 50
Every clip around me, them hoes came extended
I stay on my rod, cause these niggas fishy

When I'm in L.A., we call it a blick'
Why take a risk with a nigga, I know niggas snitching
Ain't got shit to do with it, thought I should mention
Speaking on Dee and get killed for that mention
Speaking on Gotti, and get whack for that mention
900 the game, lil' bitch pay attention
Real bosses don't talk, I'ma sit back and listen

I hopped in my bag and they got it, they feelings
Ran up my digits by using my digits I'm going all in, I know I'm the ticket
Bih know i'm the bomb, the time just ticking
Streets ain't the same, dirty game, been glitchin'
Stay out the way and get paid at the mission
Play with the bread and your fingers and missing

Gang all in L.A., they gone off the whippets
Without me, the game ain't the same like I'm pippen
Dirty money, we been getting like diddy
Most of these niggas go broke for these bitches
Most of these bitches go broke for attention
Going broke, I do know the feelings
Save more than you spend, stack that bread's in the ceiling

Started with crumbs on the ground like a pigeon
She told me she loved me, that's when I lost feelings
Rejected my last hoe, I don't want no dealings
Thinking you need them bitch, I need a milli, stay fresher
Then the little nigga in philly
Not V.I.C. boy with them glocks, we get silly
Play with the mob, then bitch get the business

Say nut in that pussy, I pulled out on them titties
But long as they print it, you know I'mma get it
Play with them bucks, it gone get wicked, no cap I'm sending shots to his fitted
Perfect percentage, I'm shooting over 50
Fucked her so good that I tore her appendix
Hold on, told the bih bout to get my roll on
Even if she smoked on dro, I ain't the shoulder she can lean on

Better wake up holmes, I'm the wrong one that they ass should sleep on
Ion rock with too many, they be green holmes
Smooth on my feet like Patrick Mahomes
Mmm, no bap Mmm, no bap
Mmm, no bap Mmm, no bap

Mmm, no bap Mmm, no bal
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha
Yeah, what's going on, nigga? That way
Free dem guys out that cell, nigga

That way
The fast way
Need them niggas back home, man
And still free the real, fuck all the rats

Gang
Long live Dee two times forever, nigga
This shit forever, nigga
Know them niggas still with me

Forever
That shit can't change me, nigga