NO MELODY

Say he a beast in the booth, how far can you be from the truth Niggas might be from Chicago, but not what I mean by I be in the loop Type of nigga with no license, but I'ma still show the whole hood what a beamer could do Niggas quit being a fool, bitch it's just me and my ego and me and the coupe Okay, mama coming back with ramen noodles, we was screaming, shouting, yelling, hallelujah Now we chasing cheddar cheese, I ain't chopping shit up with you, we ain't chopping gouda Shorty, love me she be study kama sutra, pass it to my buddy if he wanna do I want all the smoke, puff, puff, puff, pass, probably shoulda went and bought a hookah, okay Been no limit, limo window tinted, let a nigga widow, come and get it When he spitting, all we hear is crickets, syllables is worth a couple digits The minimum, a hundred mil a minute, them niggas raising ruckus for a living Cause money, money, under tunnel vision, I'm back and I'm better, lil' bitch It's Femi in the flesh, uh, I'm on my DJ Khaled shit, I'm really just feeling like we is the best I had tightened the f*ck up, then lightened the f*ck up, cause y'all just don't seem to be threats Hollup, think we need a ref, niggas is foul, cause they pull up with three different techs, okay, huh Femi went and got some money, now he finna buy him a Porsche? Asking me stupid questions, do you own it? I told that bitch, why of course, owe me, oh my, oh lord Post-traumatic, why these niggas don't slide no more Thinking he run shit, only thing he running is from child support, you niggas is crazy