HoodFamous Tae & Sylvy - No Repercussions Lyrics

Na na na na na na

She gon' give me head I ain't talkin' bout' concussion
F*ckin' wit' me nigga there gon' be some repercussions
All my niggas pull up and we turn up in the function
Man I'm finna pull up and you know I'm on that f*ck shit
Ooh
Man I told my mama I'ma make it
Pussy ass nigga why the f*ck they hatin'
Got that heater on my side like a nigga satan
Runnin' up me a bag that's what I be chasin'
Cash right in my hand I'ma have to get it
Got that bag right on me I'ma have to flip it
Got that glock right on me and the clip extended
I got too much money and too many bitches
Came from the rags now I want the riches
Got my money cause I'm whippin' in the kitchen
Gettin' bread nigga like a f*ckin' pigeon
Sold that coke to a fiend now he itchin'
Diamond chain around my neck like a lynching
You ain't gettin' money nigga stop the bitchin'
Nigga yeah you broke and yeah you need to fix it
Yeah I told my mama I'ma get it how I get it

Yeah
I hear a lotta people talkin' huh
But they know damn well they ain't ballin' yeah
Sheesh, I just wanna eat
Put on for my team, make my shit back easily
Yeah yeah yeah
Shawty gon' roll wit' me
Like a tissue, there's no issue cause she know I'm clean
Think she wet like sprinkler
But I cannot keep her
I be saucin' like Derek Fisher
Yezir
Damn, give me my check in advance
I'ma go run up the bands
Shawty you know I got plans
Yeah, invest all in the checks
Yeah, shawty take care of me, like a vet
Yeah yeah
Wanna play wit' me get that glock like bet
Yeah yeah
I'ma go get em' leave that nigga wet
Yeah yeah
Saving up checks yeah
I gotta go head' and get it
I gotta go head' and get it
Work it out like fitness

Yeah yeah work it out like fitness
Too many bitches
I was in the trap nigga I was in the trenches
You can't f*ck rats nigga f*ckin' wit' them snitches
I'ma have to get that money sittin' on them benches
I was the trap all day
In the trap wit' a K
I remember puttin' money all up on my dinner plate
Nigga yeah that's what I ate
Nigga you know what I do
And you know all my 100's
Yeah they crispy blue
I'ma young nigga wit' the cash give her Jimmy Choo's
And she like to blow a nigga I ain't talkin' Achoo
And the diamonds on my neck got me cold got the flu
And my dick up in her mouth like bubble gum she gon' chew
Got my wrist whip up in the pot, I ain't talkin' stew
Air Force 1's right up on me, and you know they new
And they call me Steph Curry cause I love to shoot
I ain't talkin' Timberlands but I gave the bitch the boot

Nigga I just wanna be successful
Learn my lessons
She textin' me talkin' bout' givin' knowledge like professors
Hold on
Give me a minute and I'm ona snap now
Kinda like chat now
Everyday I get better and y'all niggas lack now
Give me a minute, I gotta go head' and get it
Get to the bag you know
I can pass all my limits
Yeah shawty is a hoe
Yeah shawty got the throat
Yeah shawty take it slow
Rowin' that shit like a boat
Whoo