NOSTYLIST

(Album: NO STYLIST - 2022)

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm getting

Fly across the globe, bitch, I'm getting shows, yeah, I'm on a money mission
All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be telling me they miss me
Yeah, I fuck on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't make her Mrs
I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missing
I can't tell you shit
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch
I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whipping this
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my (Shh)

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

Tell that bitch to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it
Got her wet just like a pool, I'm finna dive right in her kitty
My bitch rocking this shit too, I buy her that, she buy me this
Told my folks I'm getting rich, it ain't no way I'm washing dishes
All the pretty hoes coming to my shows, man, this shit get crazy
If I fuck that bitch I gotta wrap it up, don't want no baby
I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my thot drive the Mercedes
Yeah, my side, nigga, don't play with this shit, you might just die today
Yeah, don't play, nigga, don't play
Niggas staying sane, but I'm really insane
Yeah, nigga stay in your lane, 'cause mine might drive you crazy
Yeah, I just fucked that bitch, I didn't know that was your bae
Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain't too much to say
Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say?
Yeah, she doing tricks on the dick, that ho Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, I'm in Milan, shawty, eating squid and my bitch serving face

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm getting