#NoAdlibs Lyrics

When I'm in traffic bad backing, Ima do the dash, I run the road

And I can't go back to the crib until I get every grammy sold

Today I left the chop at home, this FN 5-7 light as a remote controller

And I gotta keep a Glock on my side even when I'm old

I hear he not havin' but on the gram act like he touching pape

These shoes I got on no Lanvin's but I'm grindin like I fuckin skate

And you can't die while I'm smackin, but I don't really do no movie date

I really got 2 phones and they crackin' I told my head I'm sorry for the wait

I fell in love with traffic and I road run on a day to day

This shit feel like magic how I make the grams disappear all off hand to hand shakes

I really made it happen, back it the day, pockets ain't have no pape

It's 12am these phones steady quaking, I gotta stay awake

Bro dumpin P's, I'm dumpin P's but they not the same like Josh and Drake

I ain't gone lie if I was Franklin Saint, I prolly would of been killed Teddy

I got a sloppy roll on me all off hand to hands, this not out the bank

I told my heady, when I pull up, to be outside and have the money ready

I told my heady when he come out we gotta make this transaction quick

Too many headys coming down I had to stall and the re direct 'em

Brodie where you at? These phones bad backin, crackin like a stick

And if a nigga out here dumpin on a daily then you gotta respect 'em

I really ran it up off a scale and a phone and it ain't take me long

'Cause I was really out here roadrunnin over time from the day the night

I'm steady running thru the bowls but I started off with 7 grams

You gotta really get busy no this shit don't happen overnight

I'm really running reds and rushin to my heads I'm running every light

I stuffed a 10 under the bed then had forgot cause that's something slight

And if I catch a opp gone make sure that he dead I'm not the type the fight

I just poured up a 4 of red, I'm hella mad 'cause brodie grabbed a Sprite

My cup dirty and it got residue, because I'm not the type to pour up nothing light

Bro just pissed me off again he grabbed a Sprite, but I wanted a Faygo

I got a 5 car line up on a low street, knock 'em down, and then I might go lay low

And if I go stand on my money then I might be tall as Dwight

I'm really crackin G's, I don't scam, I don't fucking swipe

And if you really out here tryna build a line you gotta stay consistent

I got it all off grams, the only thing Ima swipe is a hype

Brodie say we on a 30 day run and gotta stay committed

I had to take the switchy off the back of the Glock because that bitch kept glitching

But Ima still ride around with alotta shots, my Glock holdin a Pippen

I'm dumpin on the south today the police hot on 367

22 sales up in 1 day, I cracked a G, way before 11

When I'm in traffic bad backing, Ima do the dash, I run the road

And I can't go back to the crib until I get every grammy sold

Today I left the chop at home, this FN 5-7 light as a remote controller

And I gotta keep a Glock on my side even when I'm old

I hear he not havin' but on the gram act like he touching pape

These shoes I got on no Lanvin's but I'm grindin like I fuckin skate

And you can't die while I'm smackin, but I don't really do no movie date

I really got 2 phones and they crackin' I told my head I'm sorry for the wait

(Bro dumpin P's, I'm dumpin P's but they not the same like Josh and Drake

I ain't gone lie if I was Franklin Saint, I prolly would of been killed Teddy

I got a sloppy roll on me all off hand to hands, this not out the bank

I told my heady, when I pull up, to be outside and have the money ready)