No Sparing Lyrics

They talm bout who that be like

Bitch I'm BusyB the fuck from out my business

I ah kill ya

Bet they gon' laugh at a nigga dreams till I got millions, I'm official

Broke bitch, I bet your money ain't touch five figures

When time come and they done hiding then they gon' get they fuckin' issue

Off the flap, I roll a seven

And roll a opp pack up next

Bitch I'm steppin' on necks

Bet that bitch ain't gon' stop, he gon' get flexed

Bitch with dump shit, make sure all his potnas stretched

I don't want talk it out, my gun in hand tryna leave yo' momma stressed

All these niggas gon' die for tryin' to fuck with us, Oh yes

They know Bman be that nigga that they can't fuck with, On Justin

Bet she gon' shake that ass for me and all my potnas, Most Def

And I'ma make sure them lame ass niggas get killed this year and that's a bet

In my first song dropped a diss

Man I hate them pussy bitches

no understandment

I'm a man, I rather greet you with a switch

Turnt off them tabs, I throw one back, I probably flash when it kick in

PeeWee a crash just like his daddy, do his dirt with a F.N.

Bukk got hit was out the next week tryna murder some again

Like you should see that other guy, you gon' cry of you his friend

He gon' get a body shot, I feel like Tank vs. Garcia

This a headshot for the win, and all these niggas gon' die

I swear it's up there when I see em'

We ain't sparing no niggas

My bro pop out with that new Glock Gen5, he tryna go get em

Getting caught by yourself the easiest way to die, cause it ain't no witness

Better expect them shots to still go graaa, graaa, graaa, even if them hoes with you

You better keep a pole with you

You better get down lil pussy nigga

That Draco make him fold quick, it ain't no beating us lil nigga

Come get up with us, that's suicide for you, we waiting with 30 pistols

That bitch want us to squash it, ain't no squashing, bitch we slump niggas

Put a drop in every stick we got to make it dump quicker

The wetter make me cum quicker, but no, I still won't cuff that

She a bop and he a scumbag, don't worry bout what they saying mama

I ain't in the mood to flash right now, plus my brother already bagged that bop

And them broke ass niggas don't own no Glocks

I swear to God, he gon' feel a pop, that pop, pop, pop

That bitch gon' die, let's fucking give him another shot

And I'm still that same nigga that call my hitters to bust your brain, bitch

Just me and Mar in the car on A P Tureaud tryna stain shit

Bitch think it's a game, we dangerous, can't be tamed

This shit ain't for no fame, they lame

Walk down on something with a trench coat on like my name Blade

I'm tryna dunk on something

Do you worse than Bron did Terry when he caught that oop from Wade

I keep telling them boys come outside but they too fucking afraid, I'm waiting bitch

We ain't sparing no niggas

My bro pop out with that new Glock Gen5, he tryna go get him

Getting caught by yourself the easiest way to die, cause it ain't no witness

Better expect them shots to still go graaa, graaa, graaa, even if them hoes with you