BabyFace T - No Chorus (feat. Big Y4J & Glxck4Tr3y) Lyrics

Why the f*ck she callin' my phone
When it's early in the mornin' lil' bitch just leave me alone
Only time she wanna f*ck with me is when a nigga gone
But by then it's too late cause a nigga in his zone
Shit, you know how I go though
Walk in the building, I stay fresh as f*ck
Every time she see me, she takin' a photo
I'm the type of nigga that take a bitch out of the country
You only gon' take her to Fogo
Make a phone call and you'll know that my niggas gon' slide And they only pull up in them four doors
Don't even really want the bitch no more I got tired of her, so I just pass her to bro doe
Pass her to me, I hope she don't think I'm gon' cuff I really just wanted some cheeks
She say she only eat vegan food but whole time she really be eatin' my meat
We steppin' on niggas like Greeks
None of my bitches is regular, all of them freaks
He better not cross that street If he come over here, he gon' D.I.E
40 by my waistline I'm talkin' bout shells, he talkin' bout waist size
And I keep that bitch on me
Nigga run up on me, he gon' f*ck around, get his f*ckin' face fried
But you know he a lie
Walk around like he that guy
Bro got that work and he servin' that fye
Got a big mac and it come with a fry
Come f*ck with us, you get stuck in the sky
But back to that shit I was on before
Let's get to that money, man, f*ck these hoes I stay out the way, but I keep me a pole
Brotha the same, but you know he on go
Go, go, go, uh
I'm back on this bitch, I'm on go mode
You know I keep guns ain't none of them touchin' a photo
She riding this dick up in slow-mo
I see it in first person like I just put on a GoPro
She told me that she couldn't take it no more
Soon as we done, she know she gotta go
Yo, Uber outside, take your ass out the door
So I can get right back, you already know
I get back to the money every day of the week Got a bag of money, tell your hoe right to a freak
Bought the whole store, told her keep the receipt Nigga check the tags, knew I don't buy if for cheap
I just bought me a drop, had to bust out the brain
When I got my first check, went and got me a chain
When she gave me that, shhh, she goin' insane
I'ma boss to this shit when it come to the game
Remember them days 'for we came up, we didn't have nothin
Niggas be mad at me cause they hoe f*ckin
No, he ain't got it, he knew what he frontin
Bro come through and you know that he dumpin
Ayy, we in the business of slumpin
Put a spark in your head like a pumpkin
Then they said it was me
Like, you know it had to been T
And you know he in with the reaps
And they ain't just slidin' on beats
Whoever he with, gotta go
He wanna play in this bitch, I'm uppin' my pole
Call me the plug, got shit for your bowls
I'm the first one pull sticks out at a show
Trey tell him, shop, we got gas for the low
Don't got a wallet, my cash can't fold
All of mine solid and all of yall told
Fifteen in the Sprinter with twenty-three poles
No Jordan, when we in the rack, we scorin
Brazilian body, kit love stearin' them foreigns
Hit the gas n' my body, get the sworin'
Names on the bullets, I never shoot warnings
F*ckin' your bitch, I'll be gone by the mornin
Yeah, I'm mournin' some killas that can't be with me
From Gate City, but that murder gang up on my bloodline
If Jay start swingin', shit, I'll come with a clothesline
We stay with the sticks like a drumline
Can't f*ck with her if the hoe lyin'
Spark it up like the Fourth of July
Four in the Fanta, you know it's that time
We done f*cked around, find us a goldmine
Womb to tomb, my brotha, let's ride
Gang
Trey said you not that guy
Shit, and he ain't lie
Right way
Yeah
You already know I had to hop back on this bitch, man