No Reply (feat. Super Nike Nando)

(Time... Double... Solo....) I been doin' this a long time I been workin' overs on the double I deserve more liquor in my solo My cup runneth over, Oh no you in trouble Homie I play to win, first half I take the win You mad we made it, You just can't take that That shit so crazy, from Hitman's basement Q that Y.A.T.E. shit, that Good Co caveman Like good cocaine man, your heart be racin' But you okay, yeah Look at me (Oh my God!) Baby please, if you don't smoke Just take a drink, I'll roll the weed Come close to me, come close with me I'm what you need, come f*ck with me Just do your thing, don't fall in love with me Wallet, count it Then I, let it fly Hunnits, fifties, twenties Ones and fives I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply Hear me speak my truth I don't see no use in lookin' back My city cosignin' niggas thats whack Still sippin' Ack? I see the trends and don't follow that Say what I feel, no problem with that My shawty badder than yours, that's a fact Curving these hoes cause where was you at? You was ignoring my texts and my calls Now you can't get off my balls I keep it G'er than most, I just be laughin' cause rappers is soft Follow then unfollow, yea they all trynna copy the sauce Only difference is ya'll is some workers and I am a boss Aim to be well off, learned from every loss Took it to the sky These wings ain't comin' off SNN a god, make it thunderstorm Might be Polo Sport, might be Saint Laurent Got it on my own, you should mind your own Please don't hit my phone unless you spending bones though I go where you won't go I don't hit my old hoes My gang throw that 2 sweet! Your bitch fat and bougie! Hah! I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply I said all I had to say, she said that I had to stay I had to evacuate and I don't exaggerate When I say I had to pray, I swear that ass is satan I had to grab her waist, niggas from 'round the way Would try to get in our way Used to bring knives to play, but I had to graduate So I ride for my motherfuckin' niggas! You better stay out the aim G shit how we doin' all the business You better stay out my lane You don't wanna drama today, threaten the squad and get dropped today F*ck with the mob, okay? I drop the bill, they drop the case Like oh my fucking God, the level that I'm on When I hit the store I get anything I want When I hit the club I get any chick I want And I know the best is yet to come, That's why I Count up all this money throwin' Liquor pourin', girls is goin' Crazy... if that's you then This your song... (tell em) I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply I been puttin' muscle to the grind Take the work and push it to the side I been busy with some business on my line Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply (To the grind yea!) (To the side yea!) (All my life, yea...) (To the side yea!)