No Discussion Lyrics

Ayy, this shit not up for discussion

I just be sayin' shit, bruh

Brody talkin' crazy, this shit not up for discussion

I just get up in the booth, hop on a beat, and then I run it

Shoutout Z-file, I'm in a G5 with a hunnid

My brody flip packs, he just ask me if I want it

Niggas weird, this ain't news, nigga, we been new

I wanna Benz, if you up, shit, go get a Benz, too

I ain't need no beam, I'm in the dark, I still see you

Brody hit shorty, shit, I folded, I'm like Me Too

I'm the hardest young nigga from my city, put a hunnid on it

If you gon' up your blick, or you gon' run from it

I'm not in a rock band, but my shit, it got a drum on it

I don't even want your pussy, you lucky if I put my thumb on it

Yeah, I miss my pops, but I'm not cryin', heart cold

Yeah, I miss my nigga Pat, remember we was smokin' Bows

Yeah, I miss my nigga Randy, he had it goin' for the low

If you can't feel my pain, don't understand how this shit go

Nigga, I'm big dog, I only weigh about 150

Bad bitches in my city, they be tryna come with me

It's crazy they ain't want me back when life was goin' shitty

The first song I dropped on SoundCloud got 50

Niggas really on snap, steady cappin', I don't get it

Big dog off the leash, I remember jumpin' fences

This Range got sport, you won't catch me if I'm in it

I'm not gon' sign a deal for nothin' less than 650

Aw, shit, I'm trippin', I mean 650Ms

Trappin' up at Auntie Annes, I was tryna get a Bin

If you wanna spend, you gotta wait till your check come in

Killa City, Kansas City, I got killers, man

I'm from Kansas City, Killa City, I got killers with me

Niggas really weird, I know they mad, they out here tryna get me

I ain't even gotta touch you, I'm gon' make sure that you feel me

I had to quit hoopin', this rap shit, that's the real me

Niggas really mad, I'm up, left, I'm in the past

The whip I'm tryna cop got 220 on the dash

I ain't stoppin' for the boys, especially if I got the gas

Don't give a fuck about no Jordans, I still wear them fuck the tags

Don't give a fuck about your kids, I still leave you in the past tense

Talkin' bout you had this and that, nigga, you a has-been

He walked up the steps with his blick, we harassed him

I ain't gotta pull the trigger, got some niggas who'll blast him

Keep this bitch goin', can't get locked up, these niggas need me

My last bitch thinkin' like, why the fuck did she leave me

My nigga Ray got the bands, he on the keys like he Stevie

Hold on, Ray, bands, keys, Stevie

I know that you ain't catch that, I just had to run it back

I'm runnin' to the bands like a fuckin' running back

Threw a dime to these niggas, I just want my quarters back

I'm tweakin' in the booth, I'm like, nigga, did you record that

You steady your window shoppin', I'm like, nigga, can you afford that

I don't even know what I be sayin', bruh, I just be talkin', for real

I just be sayin' shit, shit crazy