"No Features" lyrics
This shit classic, that's where that money for
Shit a blessing, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
The biggest Whoop
This shit a gift
It's the gift 3, motherfucker
Hmm
Yeah
Nigga, 2020, I ain't doin' no features
Nigga, you ain't gang gang, I don't need ya
Bring her back, nigga, you ain't big squad, I don't fuck with you
All this motherfuckin' ice, don't let a puck get you
Nigga, you've been actin' funny, boy, what's up with you?
I ain't see you slide on shit, don't know what's up with you
When it all boil down, it's 'bout the pape', huh?
You feel an eight sign, I crack your shit, open that safe, huh?
Yeah, you can book a show through Kameele (Through Kameele)
Next play I might get the Richard Mille, yeah-yeah
In the Bentley truck and Wraith gets me a feel (Skrrt)
I had to cut some niggas off 'cause they wasn't real (Niggas fake as hell)
I'm goin' rapper, I'd drop a nigga still (Bah)
I ain't a trick, but I might pay a couple bills (I might throw somethin')
Don't like her drip, so I might borrow some new heels (Yeah)
And long dick the bitch down, you know it's adios
I'm a boss, I figured that shit out a long time ago (Yeah)
I'm the type to have a dub on me, I be showin' out (Showin' out)
Three-thousand-dollar outfit on, I ain't goin' out (I'm just chillin')
I be shit talkin', when I move it's a brick walkin' (Yeah)
I'm a rich nigga, I'm the type you don't get off him (Nah)
I got good dick and big money, what you got to offer?
RJ got a bitch that go to work so we gon' make her work
Then she went to school to be a nurse, I gotta put her first
Pull up in that black-on-black thing, ten in her purse (Facts)
Nigga ever disrespect gang, hit him where it hurt (Yeah)
We don't give no passes, nah, it get ugly (Yeah)
If I'm called the real Whoop (Hmm), shit get bloody
Scoob, that's my right hand (Yeah), smokes like a pint man
I'm on stage performin' with the Glock, this bitch a hype man (Okay)
Young dog only fourteen, he got his knife in
Plus I got them killers outside until the night end
I got big power, nigga, I can get Obama touched
Grown-man pape', this type of sauce to get your mama fucked (Yeah)
Top shotta, don dada, you ever heard of bro?
Big Whoop, big unc', that's who they murder for (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit classic
Shit a blessing, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
The biggest Whoop
This shit a gift
Shit a blessing, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
The biggest Whoop
This shit a gift
It's the gift 3, motherfucker
Hmm
Yeah
Nigga, 2020, I ain't doin' no features
Nigga, you ain't gang gang, I don't need ya
Bring her back, nigga, you ain't big squad, I don't fuck with you
All this motherfuckin' ice, don't let a puck get you
Nigga, you've been actin' funny, boy, what's up with you?
I ain't see you slide on shit, don't know what's up with you
When it all boil down, it's 'bout the pape', huh?
You feel an eight sign, I crack your shit, open that safe, huh?
Yeah, you can book a show through Kameele (Through Kameele)
Next play I might get the Richard Mille, yeah-yeah
In the Bentley truck and Wraith gets me a feel (Skrrt)
I had to cut some niggas off 'cause they wasn't real (Niggas fake as hell)
I'm goin' rapper, I'd drop a nigga still (Bah)
I ain't a trick, but I might pay a couple bills (I might throw somethin')
Don't like her drip, so I might borrow some new heels (Yeah)
And long dick the bitch down, you know it's adios
I'm a boss, I figured that shit out a long time ago (Yeah)
I'm the type to have a dub on me, I be showin' out (Showin' out)
Three-thousand-dollar outfit on, I ain't goin' out (I'm just chillin')
I be shit talkin', when I move it's a brick walkin' (Yeah)
I'm a rich nigga, I'm the type you don't get off him (Nah)
I got good dick and big money, what you got to offer?
RJ got a bitch that go to work so we gon' make her work
Then she went to school to be a nurse, I gotta put her first
Pull up in that black-on-black thing, ten in her purse (Facts)
Nigga ever disrespect gang, hit him where it hurt (Yeah)
We don't give no passes, nah, it get ugly (Yeah)
If I'm called the real Whoop (Hmm), shit get bloody
Scoob, that's my right hand (Yeah), smokes like a pint man
I'm on stage performin' with the Glock, this bitch a hype man (Okay)
Young dog only fourteen, he got his knife in
Plus I got them killers outside until the night end
I got big power, nigga, I can get Obama touched
Grown-man pape', this type of sauce to get your mama fucked (Yeah)
Top shotta, don dada, you ever heard of bro?
Big Whoop, big unc', that's who they murder for (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit classic
Shit a blessing, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
The biggest Whoop
This shit a gift
