No Assist

I just run my bands up I ain't trippin bout a bitch Love my plug he out the states he just blessed me wit a stick I been trappin back to back all these blues got me lit See this foreign sports plus I be gone in this bitch Have you ever took a risk to get some dough and you hit Just invested in some diamonds I done froze up my wrist Said she love me I can't trust her You a cold type of bitch Before I even leave the lot I burn rubber then I dip Pass the ball know I'm scoring i don't need no assist I be all up in the field wit my dogs like im Vick Hope she know don't call my phone Unless she talking bout some chip Shit be crazy when you low and they don't know who you is Shit be crazy when you up and they be all up on yo dick See these diamonds on me flashing I ain't even take a pic Came from nothin lil baby so im proud to do it big Better know im wit the smoke So im ridin wit the sig Mixed designer wit the fit Know yo place it ain't no space up in this whip A closed case if he don't say too much shit I been running to the bank making plays wit yo bitch