No Comments Lyrics

Yeah, Tray six let's go, yeah, ayy, third eye open Bitch I'm breaking through the fourth

Dimension, allergic to the bullshit, got my Trigger finger itching, get her out her bread

And then I take off like a pigeon, she texting Me later like, nigga you's a bitch and you

Sickening, you make me wanna vomit, bitch I'm Way more flyer than a comet, I don't listen

To no comments, it's a mission then I'm on it, And I'm always on the chronic, yeah I

Mastered peace, yeah I'm working on my Masterpiece, I got no limit like I'm Master

P, I go anywhere I want I got the master key, Yeah I'm stepping on these niggas in

Some plastic cleats, yeah I ate a bunch of Shroomies I'm a black hippie, I don't drip

Bitch I got the drip in me, like I'm hooked to IV, And I got a lot of shit on my mind

But you'll always find me smiling, like I'm on Disney, yeah and I like the shorty but

She got a he's just a friend, made me feel like Biz Marquis, damn they think they fucking

With the squad, nah I'm a god, you must've Huffed a sharpie, every time I get up in the

Booth it's a fucking arsony, I'm sick like I'm Skipping heartbeat, yeah I'm in this bitch

With Archie, fire department called me said Cut out all of that heat, mmm I'm a microphone

Molester I'm a big heavy stepper and these Niggas barely feather, mmm I'm a microphone

Molester I'm a big heavy stepper and these Niggas barely feather