88n8 - No Mas (feat. Yung Simmie) Lyrics

Mami Me No Mas
I'm sipping Vino Ross
They can't believe the sauce
This straight from Viva LAS
Vegas, Yall want me to rock yall stages
Better kick in dough like the spot got raided
Pull up in a drop thots waving
Hey, mama I'm on top I made it
Yea I'm up, yea I'm up
I was down I was stuck
Ima get it out the mud
All grind aint no luck
Yea I'm up yea I'm up
You put me down it was tough
Now you got your hand out you know I don't give a f*ck
You better

Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Ay bitch you better bounce, hey, bounce hey
Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce
F*ck outta my face hold up

Mami Me No mas
I'm sipping Vino Ross
They can't believe the sauce
This straight from Viva hold up hold up
Mob shit, mob shit
Look at who I mob wit
I'm predicting profit
No, I aint a prophet
Inspired by this god shit
Flexing off my inner god
This booth ain't no synagogue
But you jew- wish you could top this
Stop it, cause I had enough of
Niggas that think you owe em
When they wasn't around while you had to suffer
Holding a grudge and I won't budge till I get back at you f*ckas
Making amends without revenge that Is for suckas
So, bitch you better

Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Ay bitch you better bounce, hey, bounce hey
Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce
F*ck outta my face hold up

Yea, yea, I smoke out the place I smoke in ya face
Ounces, bitch you better bounce it
Sit a nigga down got the Glock under the couches
Rat trap for the mouse's
And I don't even give a f*ck
You can hear the whip when I'm pulling up
Drank in my double cup
Feeling like the matrix how I'm slowed up
Crew full of killers you don't know us
We the type of niggas that will show up
Came along way from eating cold cuts
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass
Gotta keep the Glock by the fat stash
Money so dirty can't take baths
They know what I'm bout cause I love cash
Hustler of the year gotta get that
No pussies over here nigga get back
Aint talking cash nigga better bounce
When I'm smoking dope know it's by the ounce
I'll make them goons run up in your house
Don't ask cause you know what that drama bout
I'm the type of dude bring my bros out
I'm the type of dude bring the hoes out
I come out and play when the pros out
And I work over time when you close out

Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey
Ay bitch you better bounce, hey
Bounce hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce
F*ck outta my face hold up