"No Shame 3" lyrics
Aye, man
Aye Scott if I stop just
Just punch me in
Helluva made this beat, baby
You're now listening to No Shame 3
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Scott, thank you for fuckin' with me
Put that 40 to his acne
Slumpin' like a sucka, if you 'bout it bitch, at me
Talkin' all this demon shit and how you all rowdy
Started mentioning Allah once I aimed the strap at him
Slide down in that rental take the plates off
Out here kickin' off the func' like I'm Adolf
Niggas yapping like bitches wearing lip gloss
Kenchii with this blade boy, I'm sharper than a jigsaw
I paid five hundred dollars for these black jeans
I paid five dollar bills for this black tee
I paid six-seventy-five for these Yeezy cleats
Ten in my pocket bitch, and I don't even flex cheese
I sell pussy and a brand, I don't sell weaves
I drive coupes and black trucks, I don't share keys
The bitch let you use the car, you was little Jody
Would've thought he was the man from his IG
Would've thought he was a dog how he talk on beats
Would've thought he was a fan how he speak on me
Out here talkin' pimp shit going rockin' freaks
I'm the hardest out the O since Keak da Sneak
I could never cuff a bitch that I got from the bro
And I could never cuff a bitch that ain't built for the smoke
And I could never let my family go hungry or po'
And I could never lay down or go to sleep broke
The thugs say my music help 'em when they feelin' down
OG's slappin' me on Harley's ridin' through the town
The women tell me they get dressed to shake ass to The Tip Out
The pimps tell me I'm the reason they got hoes down
I'm Mr. Thank You For Fucking With Me, fresh out the struggle
I'm Mr. Never Miss A Dinner, my stomach a bubble
Jim told me cop some ice, boy, fuck being humble
So I gathered up some hoes and copped a brothel
I'm the trapper of the year, macker of the year
Road runnin' through the night, almost hit a deer
Bad bitch in the front, Glock in the rear
Last nigga put his Dukes up, got him outta here
When I was broke and fucked up, I ain't never hated
I was puttin' hoes on blades when y'all was graduatin'
I call Dominique and Tubs for any situation
Got on all fours, fought for mine, bitch I feel amazin'
I ain't been the same nigga
And I'mma treat you like a slave nigga
Slice, beat, grab a rope, hang niggas
Three 9's upside down
And ever since day one, I been the same nigga
Word up on me, I'mma treat you like a slave nigga
Whip, slice, beat, grab a rope, hang niggas
Three 9's upside down, insane
Yeah
And when I find you
Goddamn, I'mma slide through
And when I find you
Goddamn, I'mma slide through
I'mma leave you bloody like a Pirus
Aye Scott if I stop just
Just punch me in
Helluva made this beat, baby
You're now listening to No Shame 3
Image
Scott, thank you for fuckin' with me
Put that 40 to his acne
Slumpin' like a sucka, if you 'bout it bitch, at me
Talkin' all this demon shit and how you all rowdy
Started mentioning Allah once I aimed the strap at him
Slide down in that rental take the plates off
Out here kickin' off the func' like I'm Adolf
Niggas yapping like bitches wearing lip gloss
Kenchii with this blade boy, I'm sharper than a jigsaw
I paid five hundred dollars for these black jeans
I paid five dollar bills for this black tee
I paid six-seventy-five for these Yeezy cleats
Ten in my pocket bitch, and I don't even flex cheese
I sell pussy and a brand, I don't sell weaves
I drive coupes and black trucks, I don't share keys
The bitch let you use the car, you was little Jody
Would've thought he was the man from his IG
Would've thought he was a dog how he talk on beats
Would've thought he was a fan how he speak on me
Out here talkin' pimp shit going rockin' freaks
I'm the hardest out the O since Keak da Sneak
I could never cuff a bitch that I got from the bro
And I could never cuff a bitch that ain't built for the smoke
And I could never let my family go hungry or po'
And I could never lay down or go to sleep broke
The thugs say my music help 'em when they feelin' down
OG's slappin' me on Harley's ridin' through the town
The women tell me they get dressed to shake ass to The Tip Out
The pimps tell me I'm the reason they got hoes down
I'm Mr. Thank You For Fucking With Me, fresh out the struggle
I'm Mr. Never Miss A Dinner, my stomach a bubble
Jim told me cop some ice, boy, fuck being humble
So I gathered up some hoes and copped a brothel
I'm the trapper of the year, macker of the year
Road runnin' through the night, almost hit a deer
Bad bitch in the front, Glock in the rear
Last nigga put his Dukes up, got him outta here
When I was broke and fucked up, I ain't never hated
I was puttin' hoes on blades when y'all was graduatin'
I call Dominique and Tubs for any situation
Got on all fours, fought for mine, bitch I feel amazin'
I ain't been the same nigga
And I'mma treat you like a slave nigga
Slice, beat, grab a rope, hang niggas
Three 9's upside down
And ever since day one, I been the same nigga
Word up on me, I'mma treat you like a slave nigga
Whip, slice, beat, grab a rope, hang niggas
Three 9's upside down, insane
Yeah
And when I find you
Goddamn, I'mma slide through
And when I find you
Goddamn, I'mma slide through
I'mma leave you bloody like a Pirus
