NO TAXI ft. KEEPITSTREET7 Lyrics

My Lil yeah know the head gon relax me

I'm committing robbery you try to tax me

Aye Dooda get to yelling Cab it ain't for Taxis

A thousand grams in this bitch I'm taking Backstreets

I'm with the niggas that yo mama told you not to go with

Don't let me catch you with no niggas who is on the flo wit

I know my bitch gon start a argument she want some mo dick

I know crackers come and get you bitch you bett not know shit

I bet I bang on a bitch she get to talking broke shit

I bet I know a lot of shit dog shit goat shit

And the only shit that really matter ion owe shit

And if I lose my shit I'll take yo shit

All the niggas that I trust be the crooks

Yo brains aint make me wanna fuck it be the looks

I got two hoes who fucking call each other sis

I got two blood cuzzins ootin coke and eating and puss

My Niggas a beat you Niggaz at everything just bet something

Man I ain't worked out in a year I bett I stretch something

30 just knocked a nigga out up at the Exxon

Put that on God my main bitch just made my ex cum

These niggas mad as fuck cause they don't got no income

If it was ever animosity been some

If I ever called you brother then it meant something

And its Mobb against the world in case I miss something

We left a stain on that block that's forever dirty

I'm off a perc 10 now I don't do the 30s

We catch opps off the lean and we do em dirty

They never got the head up we always do em scurvy

Die for pussy I can't go out like a yes man

I know killers they around they my bestfriends

If I get married then that chop gon be my best man

I need that route in ND for them pressed Ms

He ain't wanna break bread so we pressed em

Quit talking bout yo last nigga cause we stretched him

He say it's gon take a 4 I can stretch em

Shoot them bitches down the way so I can tax them

The opps is like dominoes we back to back them

They a never breathe again Toni Braxton

I ain't just gifted with that chop they know that bag in

Every state you know I frequent me a Sac's Fifth

My little yeah no that head gon relax me

I'm committing robbery you try to tax me

Ayea Dooda get to yelling Cab it ain't for Taxis

A thousand grams in this bitch I'm taking back streets

I'm with the niggas that your mama told you not to go with

Don't let me catch you with no nigga who is on the floor with

I know my bitch gon start a argument she want some more dick

I know them crackers come and get you bitch you bett not know shit