No More

I hit his bitch in the backseat nigga talk down just at me hoe Codeine insane when I'm running it niggas ain't talking no more Poppin my shit like a nigga did writing them poems before And you do me shady and you tried to play me Nah i ain't the one you can hoe (Nah, nah) I can't be saving no bitches, man i can't be saving no hoes (Fah, fah) I gotta get it together, yeah I gotta get in the mode (Bah, bah) Doing this all for my family, remember them days i was broke And niggas be fakin the love, they cannot be fakin no more Yeah pull up on that lil boy, the nigga was doing the most (Yeah, yeah) Brodie was talking insane, we might have to turn him to ghost (Oh yeah yeah) Crodie just came with a ratchet, you know that he kicking down doors (Oh yeah yeah) And the nigga was talkin bout running the place he don't run it no more Got diamonds all over my teeth, givenchy all over my toes Yeah i don't be giving a f*ck, you know I'm a rolling stone Yeah i only want some top, no i don't wanna bone yeah yeah We'll run in your crib we'll run up in your home yeah yeah I gotta get it together for more things, niggas talk down but they owe things 3500 For Dior and Balmain's, 350 for Kanye's Beat from the back said it's giving her back pains Ask for a feature I'm taxing Cristal don't be fucking with champagne Diamond be white like cocaine I was just hitting his bitch in the backseat I running this shit like a track meet Nigga talk down but they really don't at me These niggas they really be acting Nigga try me know my Niggas is blasting Choppa be dancing like Jackson My ex did me wrong, looking back i be laughing I had to leave her in past tense I don't be seeing the point in the love thing I rather go cop me some Balmain's Know all my Niggas gon blow up like propane I'm in her nirvana like Cobain Nigga with attitude I'm feelin like O'shea It only go through with an okay You know we be really just blow things Know that we really just blow things