Текст песни No Discussion - Veyster

Ayy, this shit not up for discussion
I just be sayin' shit, bruh

Brody talkin' crazy, this shit not up for discussion
I just get up in the booth, hop on a beat, and then I run it
Shoutout Z-file, I'm in a G5 with a hunnid
My brody flip packs, he just ask me if I want it

Niggas weird, this ain't news, nigga, we been new
I wanna Benz, if you up, shit, go get a Benz, too
I ain't need no beam, I'm in the dark, I still see you
Brody hit shorty, shit, I folded, I'm like Me Too
I'm the hardest young nigga from my city, put a hunnid on it
If you gon' up your blick, or you gon' run from it

I'm not in a rock band, but my shit, it got a drum on it
I don't even want your pussy, you lucky if I put my thumb on it
Yeah, I miss my pops, but I'm not cryin', heart cold
Yeah, I miss my nigga Pat, remember we was smokin' Bows

Yeah, I miss my nigga Randy, he had it goin' for the low
If you can't feel my pain, don't understand how this shit go
Nigga, I'm big dog, I only weigh about 150
Bad bitches in my city, they be tryna come with me

It's crazy they ain't want me back when life was goin' shitty
The first song I dropped on SoundCloud got 50
Niggas really on snap, steady cappin', I don't get it
Big dog off the leash, I remember jumpin' fences

This Range got sport, you won't catch me if I'm in it
I'm not gon' sign a deal for nothin' less than 650
Aw, shit, I'm trippin', I mean 650Ms
Trappin' up at Auntie Annes, I was tryna get a Bin

If you wanna spend, you gotta wait till your check come in

Killa City, Kansas City, I got killers, man

I'm from Kansas City, Killa City, I got killers with me
Niggas really weird, I know they mad, they out here tryna get me

I ain't even gotta touch you, I'm gon' make sure that you feel me
I had to quit hoopin', this rap shit, that's the real me
Niggas really mad, I'm up, left, I'm in the past
The whip I'm tryna cop got 220 on the dash

I ain't stoppin' for the boys, especially if I got the gas
Don't give a fuck about no Jordans, I still wear them fuck the tags
Don't give a fuck about your kids, I still leave you in the past tense
Talkin' bout you had this and that, nigga, you a has-been

He walked up the steps with his blick, we harassed him
I ain't gotta pull the trigger, got some niggas who'll blast him
Keep this bitch goin', can't get locked up, these niggas need me
My last bitch thinkin' like, why the fuck did she leave me

My nigga Ray got the bands, he on the keys like he Stevie
Hold on, Ray, bands, keys, Stevie
I know that you ain't catch that, I just had to run it back
I'm runnin' to the bands like a fuckin' running back

Threw a dime to these niggas, I just want my quarters back
I'm tweakin' in the booth, I'm like, nigga, did you record that
You steady your window shoppin', I'm like, nigga, can you afford that
I don't even know what I be sayin', bruh, I just be talkin', for real
I just be sayin' shit, shit crazy