No Bars

歌詞

(I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy) (What up Noc) What you working with? (Yeah) What you working with? (Uhh) What you working with? (Uhh) Show a real bitch what you working with Pay for this pussy nigga (Yeah) Get yo' bands up Oh, you ain't tricking, nigga, I'ma hit yo' mans up Cold ass cocky bitch, fire in the summertime He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a bitch fine Bitches always in my business, JT, what you really do? What? I be at home playing fetch by a swimming pool I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy Doo Doing all that wifey shit, knowing he don't fuck with you Poster girl pussy in yo' nigga dreams I'ma hold a semi, buss whoever in between (Pow) Gangster bitch JT, Medellin Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (Thing) I'll be damned, nigga, you know who I am, nigga Long way from cracking cards and pulling scams, nigga Yeah Bitches on my dick, pretty like a transgender Oww Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla Fifty floors up Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Aye) Told my nigga twin turbo, V8 the motor (Skrt) Self-esteems drop every time I show up, yeah Wrist doing 80 in a 35 (Ice) Shut Marni down for some furry slides Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (Hmm) Cop me Chanel, nigga, thirty times The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (Yeah) Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (Yeah) And, I ain't gotta do a motherfucking thang I ain't gotta do a motherfucking thang, bitch Period Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs I am a motherfucking job Bitches always in my motherfucking business Worrying 'bout what the fuck I got going on, ho It's City Girl shit (Ho) Even when you think it ain't Cty Girl shit I'm a City Girl, bitch Second verse to you hating ass hoes Tired ass Who get mad every time I strike a pose Damn I'm Rick down from my head to my toes Yep Hood bitch, dress like a weirdo (Ha) Run away, now I'm stepping in some runway Bitch, you can't fuck with me on your birthday (No) Free my real bitches, Corrlink and J-Pay Free my bitches You gon' be home, fuck what the judge say I'm lowkey, bitches fuck with my anxiety I'm prayed up and I'm waiting on my rivalry I'm the hype, naw, y'all ain't gotta hype me I'm that bitch, give a fuck who don't like me It's grind time, no flossing (Let's get it) Pulled out the truck and put the Porshe in These bitches tired, they exhausted (Tired ass hoes) Got bitches tannin' for this dark skin Bitch, I'm really from the trenches Where it's shots, I ain't talking 'bout syringes Yeah, I'm really from them trenches Pretty ass lips make these bitches cop syringes, mwah No bars