"No Gimmicks" lyrics

Uh, really livin' what I say, this shit not a gimmick
I talk my shit because it's real diamonds in my pendant
I talk my shit because I made bands inside the trenches
I really got the pink slip, the shit that nigga rentin'
Big body, if the boys blurp we get skinny
You can't say fuck a nigga block if you ain't bend it
I seen nigga say it's love, then it turn envy
I can't have certain nigga around fuckin' up the business

I'm with some thick shit, fine shit, one night, I fall in it
Aye, check the forecast 'cause we all winnin'
I went rose gold just like a dollar, nigga, without a pendant
And if you reach, then I teach, this is not a gimmick
I'm the one they call up, put the shooters on they feet
Why the fuck you think they all shoot for me?
Gotta practice what you preach, that firearm up in my reach
And if I'm feelin' different, I'ma dark from bringing underneath
And you a rap nigga, you better watch how you talkin' to me
I get pissy in the field, I run to fifty in these cleats
On 22nd, me and Jim, but I'm the face of City P

And I'm the face of 22nd, but I'm on Central Street with YEE (Yeah)
Ridin' with some thick shit, Chanel all on her bag
Give me top off while I'm drivin', pray to God that I don't crash
And I'ma keep my shit one hundred, nigga broke, stuck in the past
Bet not see that right face, might jump off the whip and fuckin' crash
I'm like a spaceship full of Drake clips with the members
Nigga mad 'cause they been broke since the beginnin'
Yeah, I hear them nigga talkin', but I probably never listen
After we roll you in this wood, I swear to God, we gon' forget you (Yeah)
On the road takin' on risks, bitch, I danced with the devil
Been blowin' blicks since I was a jit, I'm in a war with no medal
Oh, I got some trophies on the shelf, I got some hats up there with 'em
I say the word and they gon' swerve, fuck that Drake and dismember you (Yeah)

Really livin' what I say, this shit not a gimmick
I talk my shit because it's real diamonds in my pendant
I talk my shit because I made bands inside the trenches
I really got the pink slip, the shit that nigga rentin'
Big body, if the boys blurp we get skinny
You can't say fuckin' nigga block if you ain't bend it
I seen nigga say it's love, then it turned envy
I can't have certain nigga around fuckin' up the business

Hey, look, nigga, I paid eighty for this whip, this is not a lease
And when it come to gettin' money, bitch, I'm top three
These nigga tryna cop a plea, I'm tryna cop Gleeks
So many za's up in this pack, it make the box stink
G- 27 with two-three, bitch, this a mismatch
Just left the rollers on 580, they need dispatch
We see him, presidential rollie, then his wrist cracked
This nigga mad about a bitch that I been cracked
I see you scared to pass the ball, where the shot clock?
This Glock 30 make a fuck nigga pop lock
A Daytona on my wrist, this ain't no stopwatch
I'm tryna buy a Bentley coupe just to hot box

Yeah, pull up to the show with Ricky O's, hoppin' out the Bentley
Thought I left my pole at the crib but I got it with me
Had to tell my baby, calm down, he keep poppin' nigga
Five bedrooms, I remember had no pot to piss in
Got it out the mud, we gettin' shifty in them foreign whips
Nigga say you want smoke, place your order then
Got his baby mama doggy style while I'm recordin' it
Told the bitch that I'm the whole pound, not the quarter zip
Why the fuck he talkin' out his neck? He damn near made the news
Run that money up when you was broke, I'm the same as you
She like, "Why you throwin' up two fingers?", Bitch, I bang the deuce
And all I gotta make is one call just to make you poof

Really livin' what I say, this shit not a gimmick
I talk my shit because it's real diamonds in my pendant
I talk my shit because I made bands inside the trenches
I really got the pink slip, the shit that nigga rentin'
Big body, if the boys blurp we get skinny
You can't say fuckin' nigga block if you ain't bend it
I seen nigga say it's love, then it turned envy
I can't have certain nigga around fuckin' up the business