No Mentions Lyrics

Grrahh

Gang, Grrah Grrah

Grrah-Grrah-Grrah

Bow-Bow, Bow Bltt

Grrah-Grrah-Grrah

Bow, Finatic

I'm SoSlimee, Gang

Gang Gang Gang

This gun my rock, Patrick (On Bro-On Bro)

Ramadan clip, have his lil ass fastin' (Rrahh-Rrahh)

Nine with a scope, and the beam a attachment

Leave his ass spiced, now he cooked like cabbage

Street fight, uppercut his ass like Sagat (Sagat)

Fuck GTA, I'll leave you in passive (Passive)

Go opp shoppin', now he in a basket (Basket)

I pull out Sha-naynay, this shit gettin' ratchet (Ratchet)

Get him wiped up, fuck usin' a napkin

Now, they askin' like "what happened"? (What happened?"

Bitch, you better go long

I'm throwin' bullets, like it's Madden (Madden)

Whipped out, she said I'm "packin"

Ass fat, that's a wagon

Bitch, I know some steppers

That would really leave yo' ass flattened

Light his ass up

leave him smoked out, lung disease

Bullets hit his mouth

Let it burn, that's a gum disease

Gun with a wooden handle

Sticks, like some jungle trees

Write a short story

About his life, that's a summary

Nigga, no I'm not ya lil bro'

You ain't sonnin' me

Finatic this, Finatic that

Bitch, you tryna' summon me? (Get off my dick)

Keep sayin' my name, in ya songs

Why you suckin' me? (Suck my dick)

Bangin' at ya top

Lose ya head, if you ain't duckin' me

He jump in that water, he gon sink

Like a submarine

Hallow-tips sharp, get him stabbed

Like I'm Wolverine

Roll up in the wheels, he on skates

Like a roller rink

Dumpin' from the can, pop his top

Like a Cola drink

Niggas stab you in your back and still be smilin' in your face

Tryna' beef over bitches? Boy, you in the fuckin' way

Have his ass in the air fresh, I'ma let it spray

Keep on mentionin' my name

Suck my dick, you fuckin' gay

Gang, Bitch