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No Trust Given - NT FLOW (feat. Double O, Lud Tee, NTG Truskii & ODD PRINCE) Lyrics



No Trust Given - NT FLOW (feat. Double O, Lud Tee, NTG Truskii & ODD PRINCE) Lyrics




Nt nt nt nt
Go
I say
Pop out cuts and stretch the man
Switchy it blow like a fan
Hollows left em with a tan
Sliding with that fn-n
Call that bitch my best friend
Im the plug no middle man
Cracked his top just like a can
Bucked one shot and then he ran
Come through clashing shit like clans
No pipe we ah use our hands
Get you touched for 2-3 bands
Yeah that's what I'm really sayin
Pull up get really sprayin
Nah Ian really playin
Ain't no pack that Ian weighing
Allat shit yall be portraying

So gone head and shut ya mouth
My shordy hot he from the south
Scrap the pot and get it out
Nah we ain't seen a drought
44 bulldog with the snout
Yeah that bitch be pokin out
Get to blowing its blowing loud
Glitchy bust and clear the crowd
Put dude ass right in them clouds
Yeah we had to lay em down
Streets where we got cap and gowns
Forever smile while mommas frown
Test them waters you gone drown
Bitch

Run up on em walk em down
Glock for Glock or pound for pound
Ain't ducking smoke boy how you sound
Ain't Ntg can't come around
My finger f*ck a lot of rounds
That switch a make a nigga crouch
Ain't from the 5 then I can't vouch
Hit his leg he crying ouch

Pull up pistol toting If you can see it then I'm blowing bitch
He thinking that he street smart shorty dumb he don't be knowing shit

If i spot 3 opps I'm on they top so bad i go for 6
My killa from the south
He up that drake and get to scoping jits

Soldiers wit me so legit
He took yo soul and sold the shit
You niggas hoes be folding quick
Go for that kill ain't no assist

I been on them drills and kept on spinning till the jakes came
Have you ever stood up on that block and wait till they came
I been interrogated on my brother I ain't say names
Imma be the richest in this bitch get me like 8 chains
Dying bout my set and doubleO throw up the same thing
Truski ass so ruthless crashing out before you change lanes

Yeah hothead bitch I'm switching lanes
Cookie cutter u see the flame
Yo brother died i take the blame
44 bulldog hard to tame
Trenches hot we switching states
Saving hoes don't need a cape
Inna slums hope I escape
These bitches fishes and yall ass is bait

Think you tough come test yo fate
Bitches bold talk bout they late
I popped a half now outta space
Srt we lead the chase
Money making call me Ace
Fullys bust they eat yo face
High asl Im feeling laced
Moving slow I'm out the way
Praying to god ion meet my day
It's you or me that's and no debate
Start off clean we gon wipe the slate
Flipping p's and moving weight
7.62 flying out the Drake
Bodies covered in yellow tape
Lay him down, meet him at his wake
Walk em down ain't no escape
Bitch
Come here
Dummyyy

Op op op op op
Ahhhh
What the f*ck
Ion like to shoot at cribs but niggas ain't outside
I been f*ckin all these niggas bitches Ion even feel bad
I like it that way because they not gon tell my girlfriend

Ion got no baby mama
I be rockin golden magnum
Dress so clean call me Mr. Clean
I'm on they block with a shystie mask
12 on my ass so I press the gas
I'm running through these red lights
50 drum hella FMJs, my shit ain't even jam once
Bitch

Yeah
No this not no semi auto
Bullets in his back, he waddles
I look like I won the lotto
Drinking Dussé out the bottle
You be pulling ugly bitches
I be pulling supermodels

Ntg no trust givin
I had to earn my f*cking strips
Ima rockstar, from the projects
Now money getting ass trend setter

Weird ass nigga, I do what I want every day
And you do what you mother f*ckin can
I'll shit onna hoe if she tweakin and thinkin my ass is a mother f*ckin goofy

Always liked the compact guns I sneak them in yo party yeah
Fast ass car and now a nigga never ever tardy yeah
Pimp ass dude everybody knows OP goes f*cking gnarly yeah
Pimp ass dude everybody knows OP goes f*cking gnarly yeah

So gnarly yeah so gnarly yeah
I smoke more weed than Bob Marley yeah
So gnarly yeah so gnarly yeah
Whip your ass like a Ferrari yeah

100 round drum this bitch was full just a second ago
And niggas must be tweakin if they think they gon side on Monroe

Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil hoe
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil bitch
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil hoe
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil bitch
Yeah uh

Uh nt motherf*cking g
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Nt nt nt nt
Go
I say
Pop out cuts and stretch the man
Switchy it blow like a fan
Hollows left em with a tan
Sliding with that fn-n
Call that bitch my best friend
Im the plug no middle man
Cracked his top just like a can
Bucked one shot and then he ran
Come through clashing shit like clans
No pipe we ah use our hands
Get you touched for 2-3 bands
Yeah that's what I'm really sayin
Pull up get really sprayin
Nah Ian really playin
Ain't no pack that Ian weighing
Allat shit yall be portraying

So gone head and shut ya mouth
My shordy hot he from the south
Scrap the pot and get it out
Nah we ain't seen a drought
44 bulldog with the snout
Yeah that bitch be pokin out
Get to blowing its blowing loud
Glitchy bust and clear the crowd
Put dude ass right in them clouds
Yeah we had to lay em down
Streets where we got cap and gowns
Forever smile while mommas frown
Test them waters you gone drown
Bitch

Run up on em walk em down
Glock for Glock or pound for pound
Ain't ducking smoke boy how you sound
Ain't Ntg can't come around
My finger f*ck a lot of rounds
That switch a make a nigga crouch
Ain't from the 5 then I can't vouch
Hit his leg he crying ouch

Pull up pistol toting If you can see it then I'm blowing bitch
He thinking that he street smart shorty dumb he don't be knowing shit

If i spot 3 opps I'm on they top so bad i go for 6
My killa from the south
He up that drake and get to scoping jits

Soldiers wit me so legit
He took yo soul and sold the shit
You niggas hoes be folding quick
Go for that kill ain't no assist

I been on them drills and kept on spinning till the jakes came
Have you ever stood up on that block and wait till they came
I been interrogated on my brother I ain't say names
Imma be the richest in this bitch get me like 8 chains
Dying bout my set and doubleO throw up the same thing
Truski ass so ruthless crashing out before you change lanes

Yeah hothead bitch I'm switching lanes
Cookie cutter u see the flame
Yo brother died i take the blame
44 bulldog hard to tame
Trenches hot we switching states
Saving hoes don't need a cape
Inna slums hope I escape
These bitches fishes and yall ass is bait

Think you tough come test yo fate
Bitches bold talk bout they late
I popped a half now outta space
Srt we lead the chase
Money making call me Ace
Fullys bust they eat yo face
High asl Im feeling laced
Moving slow I'm out the way
Praying to god ion meet my day
It's you or me that's and no debate
Start off clean we gon wipe the slate
Flipping p's and moving weight
7.62 flying out the Drake
Bodies covered in yellow tape
Lay him down, meet him at his wake
Walk em down ain't no escape
Bitch
Come here
Dummyyy

Op op op op op
Ahhhh
What the f*ck
Ion like to shoot at cribs but niggas ain't outside
I been f*ckin all these niggas bitches Ion even feel bad
I like it that way because they not gon tell my girlfriend

Ion got no baby mama
I be rockin golden magnum
Dress so clean call me Mr. Clean
I'm on they block with a shystie mask
12 on my ass so I press the gas
I'm running through these red lights
50 drum hella FMJs, my shit ain't even jam once
Bitch

Yeah
No this not no semi auto
Bullets in his back, he waddles
I look like I won the lotto
Drinking Dussé out the bottle
You be pulling ugly bitches
I be pulling supermodels

Ntg no trust givin
I had to earn my f*cking strips
Ima rockstar, from the projects
Now money getting ass trend setter

Weird ass nigga, I do what I want every day
And you do what you mother f*ckin can
I'll shit onna hoe if she tweakin and thinkin my ass is a mother f*ckin goofy

Always liked the compact guns I sneak them in yo party yeah
Fast ass car and now a nigga never ever tardy yeah
Pimp ass dude everybody knows OP goes f*cking gnarly yeah
Pimp ass dude everybody knows OP goes f*cking gnarly yeah

So gnarly yeah so gnarly yeah
I smoke more weed than Bob Marley yeah
So gnarly yeah so gnarly yeah
Whip your ass like a Ferrari yeah

100 round drum this bitch was full just a second ago
And niggas must be tweakin if they think they gon side on Monroe

Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil hoe
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil bitch
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil hoe
Nt nt nt nt nt ntg lil bitch
Yeah uh

Uh nt motherf*cking g
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Writer: Damareiyon Davis, Terrance Sturgis, Carl Garibay, Brian Klut
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