NO BaP! Lyrics

I could count on one hand

How many niggas around

I got some youngins down to kill

Boys ain't making a sound

I could get it off to you

With a ounce or a pound

Just let me know, boy I got it

Got some trappers in town

I aint with the fake love

Might as well keep ya distance

Its real eagles from the grove

Really Came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)

That boy be cappin, streets talk

Heard he living a fiction

Had to stop talking bout it

Had to get up and get it

Nigga, cause I really had to get up and get it

A lot of times I felt down

And I just said forget it

I said fuck it

And I just kept scoring them buckets

I couldn't quit, kept going

I aint do it for nun

Nigga, and I definitely ain't do it for fun

Nigga, It feel good when its all set and done

Nigga, It feel good when you chasing these millions

Member times I was struggling,

Now I'm counting these digits

(Thank the lord)

I'm just saying tho

We really destined nigga

Destined for greatness

Huh

(Talk to em)

A lot of times I could've quit

A lot of times I could've won

I could've did a lot of shit, man I'm just having fun

Nigga

I swear to god, I'm just living and learning

Tryna touch a couple mills

Why I'm living and hustling

And listen

This a lil letter, its from me to me

Man never mind that

I mean G to G

And where I'm from the whole hood Throwing up them three's

Gang up dog shit, man fuck a degree

Huh

This ain't just lyrics, boy this shit real

My nigga JB shot it, but he a shoot for real

And all this grinding

No sleep barely having meals

Custo saying 50/50 tryna make a deal

Huh

I heard that boy was tryna make a deal

Boy you knew what it was

You better be fr (Come on na)

Long live all the guys, it's hard for me to heal

And yeah Gliizy still my baby

She gon' ride for real

Talk my shit nigga'

You gon' let me talk my shit nigga

Cause I could count on one hand

How many niggas around

I got some youngins down to kill

Boys ain't making a sound

I could get it off to you

With a ounce or a pound

Just let me know, boy I got it

Got some trappers in town

(What you need nigga)

I aint with the fake love

Might as well keep ya distance

Its real eagles from the grove

Really came from the trenches (Myrtle Grove)

That boy be cappin, streets talk

Heard he living a fiction

Had to stop talking bout it

Had to get up and get it

Huh

I had to get up and get it

I had to stop talking bout it

Had to get up and get it

I had to get up and get it

I had to stop talking bout it

Had to get up and get it