Текст песни no! - TrippyThaKid , Two:22

Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone
Know what I see, ya, better believe
I'ma charge you a fee
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep 10 toes down

Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands
Living life on demand
Don't gotta plan, ya, never again
Smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around

I could put you right down
Pull up in the night now
Tell me how you want it

Talk that shit
Get put down quick
Ya, I'll be waiting on it

People are waiting for everything they ever wanted
Ya waiting in shadows, I got 'em thinkin' that they're haunted
Shooting through the sky, ya I'm burning like a comet
Out every single day, and you know I'm gonna flaunt it

Nothing like you've seen before
Me and Trip robbin' ya store
Ya we're crashing through the door
No time to reach in ya drawer

Found you washed up on the shore
Bleed in the dark 'til you can't anymore
Everyone looking for some kinda cure
That I'm sure

Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone
Know what I see, ya, better believe
I'ma charge you a fee
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep 10 toes down

Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands
Living life on demand
Don't gotta plan, ya, never again
Smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around

I just get money and I don't need nobody telling me what to do
I look at you bummy ass rappers and see that you all uncomfortable

I'm pulling up flexing
Wearing all black in an all black lexus
Do it big like Texas
Chest feeling heavy with a cuban link necklace

Don't ever disrespect this
Cooking up a rapper then I'm eating him for breakfast
You ain't ever been arrested (no)
Thinking that you talk, but you ain't ever gonna do shit

We don't wanna talk to you lame ass fools
Thought that you had my cosign, but you're not that dude

Pull up and go, ya, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone
Know what I see, ya, better believe
I'ma charge you a fee
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep 10 toes down

Put up your hands, ay, stacking the bands
Living life on demand
Don't gotta plan, ya, never again
Smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around