"NO DISCUSSION" lyrics
Uh, fa, fa
Fbeee
Nigga wan' talk so much, no bucks yeah
This drip is exclusive, you cannot touch, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Uh
It's me and my twin in the function, yeah
Can't try none of us my gang clutchin, yeah (grtta grtta)
Bag em, he sweet, something like a muffin
H-hella bags yeah, cop by the dozen
Sip hella tris, but I might hitch wit tussin'
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
If you ain't touch no 50 piece or a 100 piece in yo life we can't have no discussion
Your mans went up the jail, turned hot, oven
Slap 50 drum, on the glock, no percussion (grtta bow bow)
Bitch I'm banging dat B
Red flag hanging ya tied on me
B-been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
You ain't ever seen a check or a CVV
Your mans got checked and he hit PC
Niggas talking on the net, get put on TV
And your mans like roadkill, leave em on the street
Yuh
Tote big glock, hit the liquor store lets make a pitstop
Hell no, I cannot fuck with no bop, drop
Draco cook em like crockpot
Halo, he get we aim for his mata
Nigga better keep that bitch ass shit over there
Bring rappers round' the gang, these niggas be scared
Red rag when I flame these bitch nigga stare
Niggas saying its smoke send they ass to the air
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Yuhh...
Uh, (pipe up) fa, fa
Fbeee
Nigga wan' talk so much, no bucks yeah
This drip is exclusive, you cannot touch, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Uh
It's me and my twin in the function yeah
Can't try none of us my gang clutchin'
Bag em, he sweet, something like a muffin
H-hella bags yeah, cop by the dozen
Sip hella tris, but I might hitch wit tussin'
Real EBK, ion even fuck with my cousin
If you ain't touch no 50 piece or a 100 piece in yo life we can't have no discussion
Your mans went up the jail, turned hot, oven
Slap 50 drum, on the glock, no percussion (grtta bow bow)
Bitch I'm banging dat B
Red flag hanging ya tied on me
B-been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Ba ba
(Hey Bari)
Fbeee
Nigga wan' talk so much, no bucks yeah
This drip is exclusive, you cannot touch, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Uh
It's me and my twin in the function, yeah
Can't try none of us my gang clutchin, yeah (grtta grtta)
Bag em, he sweet, something like a muffin
H-hella bags yeah, cop by the dozen
Sip hella tris, but I might hitch wit tussin'
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
If you ain't touch no 50 piece or a 100 piece in yo life we can't have no discussion
Your mans went up the jail, turned hot, oven
Slap 50 drum, on the glock, no percussion (grtta bow bow)
Bitch I'm banging dat B
Red flag hanging ya tied on me
B-been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
You ain't ever seen a check or a CVV
Your mans got checked and he hit PC
Niggas talking on the net, get put on TV
And your mans like roadkill, leave em on the street
Yuh
Tote big glock, hit the liquor store lets make a pitstop
Hell no, I cannot fuck with no bop, drop
Draco cook em like crockpot
Halo, he get we aim for his mata
Nigga better keep that bitch ass shit over there
Bring rappers round' the gang, these niggas be scared
Red rag when I flame these bitch nigga stare
Niggas saying its smoke send they ass to the air
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Ever since I was young I I ain't ever have a care
Yuhh...
Uh, (pipe up) fa, fa
Fbeee
Nigga wan' talk so much, no bucks yeah
This drip is exclusive, you cannot touch, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Stop finding excuses, give me some love, yeah
Uh
It's me and my twin in the function yeah
Can't try none of us my gang clutchin'
Bag em, he sweet, something like a muffin
H-hella bags yeah, cop by the dozen
Sip hella tris, but I might hitch wit tussin'
Real EBK, ion even fuck with my cousin
If you ain't touch no 50 piece or a 100 piece in yo life we can't have no discussion
Your mans went up the jail, turned hot, oven
Slap 50 drum, on the glock, no percussion (grtta bow bow)
Bitch I'm banging dat B
Red flag hanging ya tied on me
B-been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Been getting to the money, been getting to he breesh
Ba ba
(Hey Bari)
