Aye
Aye man, shout-out Jeff, these beats go crazy and shit
So niggas had to make one
And, uh
I had to get ignorant
'Cause niggas love it when I'm ignorant so
F*ck it
Aye
Limp Bizkit tee with the motherf*cking Bapes
Y'all niggas love talking, man f*ck out my face
I'm tryna get cash, boy f*ck all the fame
Tryn' pull up in hearses, man motherf*ck a Wraith
I'm dressed in that vintage, $120 my shirt
But y'all wouldn't know that, y'all niggas some nerds
I f*ck on his bitch, and I bet now he hurt
I put on my songs and I bet that bitch twerk
Hickory dickory, I got that stick on me
I don't want none of y'all in my vicinity
Hit it and quit it, had breakfast at Tiffany's
Got a bad bitch with me, that bitch be licking me
All of these niggas wan' be me like similes
These niggas sick of me, wanna put hit on me
'Cause all they girlfriends be wanting a flick of me
Pulling up on 'em like why you so fidgety
Still need an emo shawty, f*ck a goth bitch
Bumping Chiodos while she count my profits
Finna go blow a bag at the Hot Topic
Play with her pussy like it's a guitar, bitch
Had to ignorant, niggas be feeling it
And from what I hear, man I just be killing it
Tryna have fun, switch it up just a little bit
But I could still scream on this bitch
And It's still f*ck your set, Shini Gang what I rep
And my camp, that be death
Talking down, you get wet
F*ck nigga want it, then run up
F*ck nigga nut up or shut up
You ain't 'bout shit, you get done up
I'll make sure that you know that you f*cked up
Your bitch wan' f*ck 'cause she looked at my nails
I might hit her phone, she pull up and get railed
I ask for consent, and her I.D. as well
I gotta play smart, I ain't going to jail
These niggas be talking and running they mouth
'Til I get to busting and running them out
I don't give a f*ck what you talking about
I'm tryna get bands, motherf*ck all your clout, bitch
Yung Flex - No Melody Lyrics
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Aye
Aye man, shout-out Jeff, these beats go crazy and shit
So niggas had to make one
And, uh
I had to get ignorant
'Cause niggas love it when I'm ignorant so
F*ck it
Aye
Limp Bizkit tee with the motherf*cking Bapes
Y'all niggas love talking, man f*ck out my face
I'm tryna get cash, boy f*ck all the fame
Tryn' pull up in hearses, man motherf*ck a Wraith
I'm dressed in that vintage, $120 my shirt
But y'all wouldn't know that, y'all niggas some nerds
I f*ck on his bitch, and I bet now he hurt
I put on my songs and I bet that bitch twerk
Hickory dickory, I got that stick on me
I don't want none of y'all in my vicinity
Hit it and quit it, had breakfast at Tiffany's
Got a bad bitch with me, that bitch be licking me
All of these niggas wan' be me like similes
These niggas sick of me, wanna put hit on me
'Cause all they girlfriends be wanting a flick of me
Pulling up on 'em like why you so fidgety
Still need an emo shawty, f*ck a goth bitch
Bumping Chiodos while she count my profits
Finna go blow a bag at the Hot Topic
Play with her pussy like it's a guitar, bitch
Had to ignorant, niggas be feeling it
And from what I hear, man I just be killing it
Tryna have fun, switch it up just a little bit
But I could still scream on this bitch
And It's still f*ck your set, Shini Gang what I rep
And my camp, that be death
Talking down, you get wet
F*ck nigga want it, then run up
F*ck nigga nut up or shut up
You ain't 'bout shit, you get done up
I'll make sure that you know that you f*cked up
Your bitch wan' f*ck 'cause she looked at my nails
I might hit her phone, she pull up and get railed
I ask for consent, and her I.D. as well
I gotta play smart, I ain't going to jail
These niggas be talking and running they mouth
'Til I get to busting and running them out
I don't give a f*ck what you talking about
I'm tryna get bands, motherf*ck all your clout, bitch
Aye man, shout-out Jeff, these beats go crazy and shit
So niggas had to make one
And, uh
I had to get ignorant
'Cause niggas love it when I'm ignorant so
F*ck it
Aye
Limp Bizkit tee with the motherf*cking Bapes
Y'all niggas love talking, man f*ck out my face
I'm tryna get cash, boy f*ck all the fame
Tryn' pull up in hearses, man motherf*ck a Wraith
I'm dressed in that vintage, $120 my shirt
But y'all wouldn't know that, y'all niggas some nerds
I f*ck on his bitch, and I bet now he hurt
I put on my songs and I bet that bitch twerk
Hickory dickory, I got that stick on me
I don't want none of y'all in my vicinity
Hit it and quit it, had breakfast at Tiffany's
Got a bad bitch with me, that bitch be licking me
All of these niggas wan' be me like similes
These niggas sick of me, wanna put hit on me
'Cause all they girlfriends be wanting a flick of me
Pulling up on 'em like why you so fidgety
Still need an emo shawty, f*ck a goth bitch
Bumping Chiodos while she count my profits
Finna go blow a bag at the Hot Topic
Play with her pussy like it's a guitar, bitch
Had to ignorant, niggas be feeling it
And from what I hear, man I just be killing it
Tryna have fun, switch it up just a little bit
But I could still scream on this bitch
And It's still f*ck your set, Shini Gang what I rep
And my camp, that be death
Talking down, you get wet
F*ck nigga want it, then run up
F*ck nigga nut up or shut up
You ain't 'bout shit, you get done up
I'll make sure that you know that you f*cked up
Your bitch wan' f*ck 'cause she looked at my nails
I might hit her phone, she pull up and get railed
I ask for consent, and her I.D. as well
I gotta play smart, I ain't going to jail
These niggas be talking and running they mouth
'Til I get to busting and running them out
I don't give a f*ck what you talking about
I'm tryna get bands, motherf*ck all your clout, bitch
Writer: Niguel Deloatch
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