No Bap Lyrics

Thousand Gang Fleabans, bitch

Ayy, we got him on this one

Bitch, I'm brazy, I get mad, I might smack a judge

High scope on that pump, bitch, I'm at Merfug

I was young, they told me to say no to drugs

Growing up in the streets, yeah, that's all it was

Both my parents smoked crack and I sold some

Get popped on sight for trying to catch a buzz

All my niggas bought a bag, let's run it up

Thought we ain't know who, we just doing the way we fuck it up

Fat Cam said to play Nipsey, so let's double up

Me and Brazen tripping off Molly

We need some gum, got your bitch with my bitch

We finna have some fun

My white boy smoked some Russ, damn, that broke his lung

Ayy, stop that broke shit

Yeah, you see that big 4'5 poking

In case you ain't notice

Chillin' on top of Taliban, bitch, you see it poking

Spend my night vision in the light to catch you open

Bitch, let me blow him like the no cap that we smoking

Little baby on my skin like lotion

She drop on her knees and catch my C like she open

Bitch, suck me

She ain't hit my line, it's a drop what I told him

Ayy, sold nothing what I sold him

Sometimes, you gotta know when to hold him

Ayy, like dice, hot flea roll

No cap, there's no cap where I'm smoking

Just fuck your rap, bitch, and I'll pull it out or sew in

You the type don't get no ass and beat your dick with lotion

I ain't gonna lie, a lot of shit went down on Coleman

Just know that we changed the name to Rosy

Seen bro let his dope sit for an hour and he moan you

Seen the fiend nod off and go into a coma

Since show strong, he showing signs of corona

The C fucking with the dawg, not no Saint Bernard

Dope came soft, give me a minute, we gon' make it hard

Spend the shit good with the fork, almost broke the jar

Happy as hell, junkie came through with a 8 of bars

100 for 100 football, she ain't get no bars

50 shots coming out quick from the PLR

Fuck around and pull a nigga strings but I don't play guitar

Fuck up, blew a nigga brains out and shooting out no car

Go home, sleep good, watch the news in the morning

Niggas call themselves shooters, type of shoot from the corner

Dope that I got right now, this shit I don't even snort

How the fuck you call yourself a plug-in on the cop in the corner

Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border

I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter

Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border

I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter

Yeah, what's good Flea

You know I had to come fuck with you

810 shit