No Revival ft. Babyface Jay Lyrics

Yeah

Hello?

Hey, Zar

Get out my phone

Bye

Okay

Yeah, yeah

I got the uh, I got the uh

I got the, I got the, I got the rifle

Pray for your safety, if you are my rival

'Sault with a scope, there will be no revival (Damn damn)

Too many sins, my left hand on the bible (Yeah)

Spark with my kin, I'm meeting up Michael (Damn damn)

Riding my wave, I'm feelin' so tidal

Promise you, I'll be killin' yo' idol (Yeah)

Run up the uh, run up the uh (Yeah)

Run up the, run up the, run up the bag (Run it up)

Extended my clip, just got a new mag (Boom boom)

Bullets tappin' yo back, jus like it's tag

She ridin' my dick and you claimin' that bitch, to be honest my man, that shit is so sad (On God)

She beggin' for kids, I'm beggin' for peace, I light up a blunt then chill and relax (Chill and relax)

(Don't be gettin' attached)

Yeah

My niggas sittin' on courtside

Run up, get hit with that .45

Pull up with a chop', that shit got a red eye

Dissin' on me, you a dead guy

Nigga a bum, he still watchin' hentai

Fuck yo' lil' bitch, yeah she too sly

Pull out the, Pull out the glock

Brodie keep talkin', I be reachin' for shots

Whole lotta' money, whole lotta' guap

Whole lotta' bitches that comin' in the spot

That nigga mad, don't give a fuck

Run up on me and put him in a blunt

Damn that shit hit different

Hold up boy, I'm on a mission

I got the glock on my side with extensions

Them niggas prayin', I know they some bitches

Got that boy runnin', he doin' som' fitness

Got that lil' hoe and she want som' attention

I love the money, yeah I love these riches

Send that boy up, like he was a christian

Heard he a rat, that nigga been snitchin'

Holy shit what the fuck nigga, this shit is too fucking crazy bro

There's no way we should be spazzin' on the track like this, like this should be lethal

Like Zar, Jay, nigga what at the same time

Man fuck outta' here nigga

I got the uh, I got the uh

I got the, I got the, I got the rifle

Pray for your safety, if you are my rival

'Sault with a scope, there will be no revival (Damn damn)

Too many sins, my left hand on the bible (Yeah)

Spark with my kin, I'm meeting up michael (Damn damn)

Riding my wave, I'm feelin' so tidal

Promise you, I'll be killin' yo' idol (Yeah)

Run up the uh, run up the uh (Yeah)

Run up the, Run up the, Run up the bag (Run it up)

Extended my clip, just got a new mag (Boom boom)

Bullets tappin' yo back, jus like it's tag

(She ridin' my dick and you claimin' that bitch, to be honest my man that shit is so sad)

(She beggin' for kids, I'm beggin' for peace, I light up a blunt then chill and relax)