"NO EMOTIONS" lyrics
Ayy, ayy, let me flash, huh
Ayy, let me fire that
(This the one, 20six)
Yeah, this the one, 20six, I ain't gon' lie
Uh, hmm
By the time I pop my shit, huh
I told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotions, rrah
Uh, uh, ayy, let me fire that 'Wood up
Big 4BE, you see me, I throw that
40 Boy ENT, put your ass on a- yeah, you know, yeah, you know
Uh, ayy
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Bah)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' motion)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Rrah)
My side or no side, big 4BE, bitch, we four-letter gang (4L for life)
Drac' came matte black, we lay shit flat if you play with my name (Better not play with that name)
Jump out the Mulsanne with titty boys on Glocks just like 2 Chainz (Haha, like Tity Boi)
No pain, no gain, I went through pain, so that's why I got rank (So that's why I'm big dog)
Fully knock the wheels up off your car, so you ride with four flats (Skrrt)
Brother fanned the front seat to the trunk, now we back up four hats (Rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Switch on this four-nick, ain't got no box, this bitch here a flat-back
Programmin' new whips, we work for Dodge how we slide the Scat Pack, let's go (Skrrt, skrrt)
7.62, this bitch fully, dropped a Z pin in the top (What?)
Ridin' with lil' dude wrong or wrong, we belt to ass like we your pops (Like we your daddy, nigga)
Truck sound like a dino, this a TRX triceratops (Vroom)
Red beam from the chopper irritate your face like chickenpox
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Let's go, for real)
Let's pick who gon' die (Like who?)
Speak on lil' bro name and you gon' see how we get 'bout Lil 9 (Again)
I only rock with my kind (For sure)
Come back from a mission and your gun full, that'll get you slimed (Slimed)
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Rrah)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' shit on)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Huh)
My gang or no gang, bitch, we stay lit, we poppin' our shit
They need to free slime, it's red bottoms, big blood on my kicks (You know I ride with sticks)
I wide-body all my brand-new whips, this 220 bitch quick
Lil' brother hop out with that fast shit, he'll smoke shit like zips (Grrah)
Let's go, better not be outside, we do drive-bys in hemis
Lil' bro just touched down and upped the score, he can go do the griddy (He can gon' do the dash)
I keep it a hundred like two guns, both of 'em got fifties
I smash through the city, can't leave nobody, head tap the witness
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Huh?)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' motion)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Rrah, rraow)
Ayy, let me fire that
(This the one, 20six)
Yeah, this the one, 20six, I ain't gon' lie
Uh, hmm
By the time I pop my shit, huh
I told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotions, rrah
Uh, uh, ayy, let me fire that 'Wood up
Big 4BE, you see me, I throw that
40 Boy ENT, put your ass on a- yeah, you know, yeah, you know
Uh, ayy
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Bah)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' motion)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Rrah)
My side or no side, big 4BE, bitch, we four-letter gang (4L for life)
Drac' came matte black, we lay shit flat if you play with my name (Better not play with that name)
Jump out the Mulsanne with titty boys on Glocks just like 2 Chainz (Haha, like Tity Boi)
No pain, no gain, I went through pain, so that's why I got rank (So that's why I'm big dog)
Fully knock the wheels up off your car, so you ride with four flats (Skrrt)
Brother fanned the front seat to the trunk, now we back up four hats (Rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Switch on this four-nick, ain't got no box, this bitch here a flat-back
Programmin' new whips, we work for Dodge how we slide the Scat Pack, let's go (Skrrt, skrrt)
7.62, this bitch fully, dropped a Z pin in the top (What?)
Ridin' with lil' dude wrong or wrong, we belt to ass like we your pops (Like we your daddy, nigga)
Truck sound like a dino, this a TRX triceratops (Vroom)
Red beam from the chopper irritate your face like chickenpox
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Let's go, for real)
Let's pick who gon' die (Like who?)
Speak on lil' bro name and you gon' see how we get 'bout Lil 9 (Again)
I only rock with my kind (For sure)
Come back from a mission and your gun full, that'll get you slimed (Slimed)
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Rrah)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' shit on)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Huh)
My gang or no gang, bitch, we stay lit, we poppin' our shit
They need to free slime, it's red bottoms, big blood on my kicks (You know I ride with sticks)
I wide-body all my brand-new whips, this 220 bitch quick
Lil' brother hop out with that fast shit, he'll smoke shit like zips (Grrah)
Let's go, better not be outside, we do drive-bys in hemis
Lil' bro just touched down and upped the score, he can go do the griddy (He can gon' do the dash)
I keep it a hundred like two guns, both of 'em got fifties
I smash through the city, can't leave nobody, head tap the witness
Huh, told lil' bro to chill, he tryna drill, he kill with no emotion (Huh?)
Hop out fresh as fuck from head to toe, Big 40 havin' motion (You know we havin' motion)
Should've been a pimp, I'm super fly, I'm slicker than some lotion (I'm slicker than some lotion)
Hop out smilin', but, bitch, we not jokin' when we get to roastin' (Rrah, rraow)
