No Chorus, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Too many people been telling me that all my songs just be sounding the same

Wait

Damn, they right

I-I'm finna switch it up just for the night

I'm really a asshole, fuck being nice

Back when I was nice I was always getting kicked around

But I found the secret to life

Don't talk to no one and don't tell 'em shit 'bout your life

Sometimes I don't even know what to talk about

Sending the drop to me and then I'm poppin' out

Touching a k like every time I'm droppin' now

Graduate at MSJ, I'm not droppin' out

Why you all up in my business when you got no chicken

Go run up your digits

Took me ten minutes to get this song finished

Drop it in two minutes and I made like twenty

Post it on my story, all these ho's adore me

All these bitches boring, told her hit me up when she horny

I wanna be a Billionaire by fourty

I'm rocking this Rick but I ain't talking Morty

Get back on track, I'm running to these racks

Like I ain't looking back at nobody who lack

Oh he say he in his bag but we know thats cap, that EBT all he fuckin' have

Ho's be fuckin' on whoever nowadays

Beat that fuckboy ass and rob him for his J's

Free my brother yeah I pray he beat the case

When I meditate that money come my way

How you hating on me, Ima innovator

Been doing numbers, human calculator

Still a youngin' I been getting plenty paper

There's levels to this shit like an elevator

Where'd the beat go?

You thought I was done, didn't you

I'm with them killas who really gon' finish you

AR with a beam, no way I'm missin' you

Seen her in a dream, she say "I miss you too"

Double cup by me, pourin' up the juice

Pretty bitch on me, they coming in groups

Sippin' on this henny got me feeling loose

Counting up my benny's, making sure they blue

I got them hits like I'm Tyson, aye

When I'm drunk I feel like fighting, aye

She ride the dick like she biking, aye

Kick that ho out cause she triffling, aye

I'm on the court with a ball, Ima score

She make that booty drop down to the floor

Smoking this flower, I feel like a florist

Smoking on tree, bitch I feel like a forrest

Got me some money but I want some more of it

Making a hit, man this shit go no chorus

Don't talk to me, Ion wanna talk

Don't wanna fuck bitch I just want the top

We just having fun, I don't care what you want

She put up her hair cause she know what I want

I want money, top, and money

And maybe some wock cause my cup turning muddy

Brand new AP on the wrist and it's flooded

She ask what we are and I tell that bitch "nothing"

Damn