No Stressin (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

We got deals On the petro Come and take a look This shit been Selling like it's Let go iPhone doing Backflips should Invest into the Metro Police nigga ask me What I got in Shit its stepped on Snitch ass nigga Cellow in the blender He don't stop Until it's clean Cause I can't lose A tenth in this Bitch I need everything Thirsty but I got The eye for real Snatchin every fien Break slamming Donuts in the street Dumping every g I can't even rap The booth in the trap And the phones ringing It fucked my head up When I seen my first Nose bleeder Supercharged truck We tinted up We real high speeders Scared to take a risk Can't be no bitch This how we getting Rich Jordans on the press So I can come through With balenci drip And thirty rounds Up on that glock Thats my only protection My nigga stashing blocks Of ten like he playing Tetris Counted up a sixty Twenty-five came from Stretching Never seen a money truck Chase a hearse So I dropped a necklace Diamonds doing the tango Off the white sticks Feeling like a blessing Stars can't shine without Darkness Had to learn the lesson It's thirty two two three's Thirty reason's I ain't Stressing Touch me a nigga Dying every thirty seconds If I never made a song I'd be birdie selling Nigga trippin on the East I have big birdie press em Triple fat goose Bitch I just went to church In a leather These some christian louboutins With the bloody bottoms Hit him in his head In the club I got a bloody bottle Just ran a stop sign Hit a bitch I got a bloody condom Hold on lil bro Don't shoot That's my uncle thomas Don't try to rob me Cause all you gone get Is a bunch of knowledge They wonder why I'm smarter Than all my rivals I did a month in college Deep throat Getting head from yo bitch Tryna touch her tonsils Bitch stop acting like you Superwoman Before I f*ck yo momma I'd gps track a nigga down If they touch deshawnda I can have four five Million cash I just love mcdonalds He thought he got away From me Then my cousin shot him Oh you was looking For a English bulldog My brother got em I'm nodding sweating Slobbering off a couple Roxy's Dropped two percs In my pop This a cup of oxy I am not finna f*ck That fat bitch she got A bubble body He always talking bout What he had Thats just uncle charlie But anyway Have you ever taste The activist Bro the whole city Know you broke Why you acting rich She jumped out of line Five times Course I smacked The bitch Damn I did not know I fucked Yo bitch That was a accident Yeah yea I'm on my rapper shit Hit a lick for a brick That I don't have to split Hit him in his cheek With the nick He did a backwards flip Just know the percs Kicking in You ever see me scratch my hip Yeah ghetto boy shit nigga You know what the f*ck goin on Yeah this shit on the floor nigga Iight