"No Reason" lyrics

(Izze The Producer)
(Honorary Member)

I get fresh for no reason, I wake up in Gucci sweats
I can't take off no season, I can't live my life with stress
My shoes cost a rent, boy, watch your step, huh
She gon' give me gum just like a desk, pst
My dog turned fed, hope he don't point me out
They see the kid leave, they tried to turn me down, down

My ex is tryna work it out, out (Oh-oh)
I pull up, they escort me down, down (Oh-oh)
I fill up all thirty rounds (Oh-oh)
Mama, they hatin' on your child, but I'm bigger
Of course, I iced up, no, I ain't injured
Her purse got the Glock tucked, one of the members
Her ex, nigga Mike Tyson, he bitter
My bankroll blue and pink like gender reveal, huh, ayy
I'm PTSD, the stems give me chills

I get fresh for no reason, I wake up in Gucci sweats
I can't take off no season, I can't live my life with stress
My shoes cost a rent, boy, watch your step, huh
She gon' give me gum just like a desk, pst
My dog turned fed, hope he don't point me out
They see the kid leave, they tried to turn me down, down