Yeah turn the beat up
We bout to go dumb on this shit
Skrrt, Skrrt
I'm off the geeks, ha!
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Damn shawty...
Aye, Aye Aye!
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
I got the Nikes and the FILA's
She throw it back like she Eli
I eat it up nothing left
Beefing with me it is meat time
A nigga is sicker than flu (Uh)
X and 12 closer than glue (Uh)
Cooking all these niggas
Y'all niggas rats call y'all Drew
Black yellow bone bitch shawty got the clappys
Beat around the bush man I don't like pussy nappy
I like my girls gay man I like them hella happy
And they fiends for the dick, they be hella grabby
(Wait wait wait, is that it? What'd you just say?)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Huh? Well?
I'm too hot I got no sweater in the cold weather
Don't jump me, y'all know better
My ice white like Coachella
Go die, I'm a go-getter
Caught him all alone then
I hit a lick, man what a poor fella
You so jealous, I'm a cold felon
I'm a liar man, I'm retired man
Hit you with the iron ain't talking no frying pan
No Tom and Jerry, I'm kinda scary
Skinny with the heat, Killing plenty beats
Fendi in my jeans. Do it do it by
Any any means
I'm as euphoric as me on a date with Zendaya
Hate on the game, don't hate on the player
All of these lames think they are so greater
Hear a bar from me and use euthanasia
Other than us, who's doing greater
I bring the light, the illuminator
I'm Illuminati I'm in the Bugatti
You pissing me off like I'm using the potty. I got a new hottie
We rocking Versace, Versace Versace
Migos and Drake. Who gonna stop me?
See though you ain't
You sad, pass him a tissue
If I blast then I hit you
Got mags if we got issues and
(I'm ready! I'm ready!)
(No you ain't!)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
Huh? Well?
Exsnos & Altitude12 - No Sweater Lyrics
Exsnos & Altitude12 - No Sweater Lyrics
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Yeah turn the beat up
We bout to go dumb on this shit
Skrrt, Skrrt
I'm off the geeks, ha!
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Damn shawty...
Aye, Aye Aye!
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
I got the Nikes and the FILA's
She throw it back like she Eli
I eat it up nothing left
Beefing with me it is meat time
A nigga is sicker than flu (Uh)
X and 12 closer than glue (Uh)
Cooking all these niggas
Y'all niggas rats call y'all Drew
Black yellow bone bitch shawty got the clappys
Beat around the bush man I don't like pussy nappy
I like my girls gay man I like them hella happy
And they fiends for the dick, they be hella grabby
(Wait wait wait, is that it? What'd you just say?)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Huh? Well?
I'm too hot I got no sweater in the cold weather
Don't jump me, y'all know better
My ice white like Coachella
Go die, I'm a go-getter
Caught him all alone then
I hit a lick, man what a poor fella
You so jealous, I'm a cold felon
I'm a liar man, I'm retired man
Hit you with the iron ain't talking no frying pan
No Tom and Jerry, I'm kinda scary
Skinny with the heat, Killing plenty beats
Fendi in my jeans. Do it do it by
Any any means
I'm as euphoric as me on a date with Zendaya
Hate on the game, don't hate on the player
All of these lames think they are so greater
Hear a bar from me and use euthanasia
Other than us, who's doing greater
I bring the light, the illuminator
I'm Illuminati I'm in the Bugatti
You pissing me off like I'm using the potty. I got a new hottie
We rocking Versace, Versace Versace
Migos and Drake. Who gonna stop me?
See though you ain't
You sad, pass him a tissue
If I blast then I hit you
Got mags if we got issues and
(I'm ready! I'm ready!)
(No you ain't!)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
Huh? Well?
We bout to go dumb on this shit
Skrrt, Skrrt
I'm off the geeks, ha!
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Damn shawty...
Aye, Aye Aye!
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
I got the Nikes and the FILA's
She throw it back like she Eli
I eat it up nothing left
Beefing with me it is meat time
A nigga is sicker than flu (Uh)
X and 12 closer than glue (Uh)
Cooking all these niggas
Y'all niggas rats call y'all Drew
Black yellow bone bitch shawty got the clappys
Beat around the bush man I don't like pussy nappy
I like my girls gay man I like them hella happy
And they fiends for the dick, they be hella grabby
(Wait wait wait, is that it? What'd you just say?)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Huh? Well?
I'm too hot I got no sweater in the cold weather
Don't jump me, y'all know better
My ice white like Coachella
Go die, I'm a go-getter
Caught him all alone then
I hit a lick, man what a poor fella
You so jealous, I'm a cold felon
I'm a liar man, I'm retired man
Hit you with the iron ain't talking no frying pan
No Tom and Jerry, I'm kinda scary
Skinny with the heat, Killing plenty beats
Fendi in my jeans. Do it do it by
Any any means
I'm as euphoric as me on a date with Zendaya
Hate on the game, don't hate on the player
All of these lames think they are so greater
Hear a bar from me and use euthanasia
Other than us, who's doing greater
I bring the light, the illuminator
I'm Illuminati I'm in the Bugatti
You pissing me off like I'm using the potty. I got a new hottie
We rocking Versace, Versace Versace
Migos and Drake. Who gonna stop me?
See though you ain't
You sad, pass him a tissue
If I blast then I hit you
Got mags if we got issues and
(I'm ready! I'm ready!)
(No you ain't!)
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
She ain't no sweater but
I'm dripping like raw bloody steak
Ketchup they drip out my True's
Fendi and Louis my shoes
She ain't no sweater but
Her neck is for all of the crew
I see the stars in the wraith
Shawty hit all of the base
Huh? Well?
Writer: Daks McClettie II, John Woods III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Exsnos & Altitude12
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Daks McClettie II, John Woods III