No Man ii Fear Lyrics

Wake up F1lthy

Yeah

Huh, uh, uh-uh

Uh, ha

Bih'

Go

Jump out of this bitch

I'm a star, I jump out of the whip

This fit I call bummy still flyer than shit

I hang with some fiends, they still higher than shit

Fuck it, buy me this shit

He claim he ain't care, he still eyeing my shit

Perfect time on the wrist

Your bitch JSK now, she ride with the clique

Fuck it, crossover my dribble, we ball

Balenciaga when we hittin' the mall

My brother serving, he sold percs in the halls

Yeah, yeah, high up in the sky, on a jet, this not lear

In Ella got hoes off the Madison Beer

I turn to the man, just in case they ain't hear

Been causing the madness, no man that I fear (bitch)

JSK shit

Only bosses in circles, no lames around here, when your bitch passenger, shit, I struggle to steer

Money conversations all that I hear, pop out at the show it get lit, lit

I show up and show out the fit, drip

They know where we going, I don't need to show 'em, these beats I been flowing, kill shit they ain't knowing

These dudes they be pocket watching, man it get on my nerves 
Hellcat, all you hear is the purr

I don't throw shade, when I do, it gon' hurt

Ima buy her Birkin the way that she worth, ima buy her Chanelly, she puttin' in work

I ain't talkin' maple when bro got the syrup

They think they a boss but they none but a clerk

Respect, it ain't given, lil baby, it's earned

Pop it, for me

Had to hit but she still just a homie

Never listened what these dudes ever told me, get you a bag don't be focusing on me

Big 'ol yonka, I been swerving it only

Men and women lie, I don't want new homies

Baby blue Benji's, I'm keeping 'em on me

Been destroying shit dolo, I'm lonely

Jump out of this bitch

I'm a star, I jump out of the whip

This fit I call bummy still flyer than shit

I hang with some fiends, they still higher than shit

Fuck it, buy me this shit

He claim he ain't care, he still eyeing my shit

Perfect time on the wrist

Your bitch JSK now, she ride with the clique

Fuck it, crossover my dribble, we ball

Balenciaga when we hittin' the mall

My brother serving, he sold percs in the halls

Yeah, yeah, high up in the sky, on a jet, this not lear

In Ella got hoes off the Madison Beer

I turn to the man, just in case they ain't hear

Been causing the madness, no man that I fear (Balance)

Yeah

Ain't no man that I fear

(Fuck it, crossover my dribble, we ball)

(Balenciaga when we hittin' the mall)

Yeah

Jump out of this bitch

I'm a star, I jump out of the whip

This fit I call bummy still flyer than shit

I hang with some fiends, they still higher than shit

Fuck it, go buy me this shit

He claim he ain't care, he still eyeing my shit

Perfect time on the wrist

Your bitch JSK now, she ride with the clique (go)

Aye, aye (go)

Woah (go)

Yeah (go, go)

Hey, hey, huh

Fuck it, crossover my dribble, we ball

Balenciaga when we hittin' the mall

My brother serving, he sold percs in the halls

Yeah, yeah, high up in the sky, on a jet, this not lear

In Ella got hoes off the Madison Beer

I turn to the man, just in case they ain't hear

Been causing the madness, no man that I fear (bitch)