No Talkin

(album: Skuba Sada 2 - 2020)

Really just had to
Ayy
(Rider just had to do it)
I had really just had to shoot it, though, I really just had to move it
You know my side be booling, you know my guys is ruthless
Hmm, I really just had to
Ooh

I ain't tryna talk to dawg (Mmh-mmh), ain't tryna talk to y'all
Matter fact, I ain't talking at all (Nah), nah (Nah), nah, nah
Lil' bitch better not push me off, unless she get me off
Bitch, you better not read me wrong (Nah), nah (Nah), nah
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face, tell your bitch get out my way
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face, tell your bitch get out my way
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play (Hold up)

Uh, let me start my engine (Do it), yeah, we gon' act ign'ant (Do it)
Me gotta get it (Do it), yeah, big hundreds and fifties (Do it)
Let me hop up in this, smooth shot, now you out your feelings, ooh
I just left dinner, Philippe Chow, good lobster and shit, hey (Ooh)
I got five new chains (Let's do it), everybody love when I do my thing, ooh (They do)
She gon' scream my name (Okay), she get to lick my dang-a-lang, hmm (Mhm)
I just left off stage, huh (I did), still move bricks bocaine, huh (We do)
I ain't playing no games (Nah), came in this bitch with my whole gang, hey (Big squad, huh)

I ain't tryna talk to dawg, ain't tryna talk to y'all
Matter fact, I ain't talking at all, nah, nah (Nah, nah)
Lil' bitch better not push me off (Mmh-mmh), unless she get me off (Okay)
Bitch, you better not read me wrong (Nah), nah (Nah), nah, nah
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face (Okay), tell your bitch get out my way (Okay)
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say (Mmh-mmh), I ain't got no time to play (Mmh-mmh)
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face (Mmh-mmh), tell your bitch get out my way (Ayy)
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say, I ain't got no time to play (Ooh, hold up, nigga, nigga, mmh-mmh)

Let me check my pockets, ooh, yup, got a whole lot of dollars, uh (Got a whole lot of dollars)
Check your baby mama (Check your baby mama), ooh, yup, got a whole lot of mileage (That bitch a ho)
I up that chopper, ain't no motherfucking way we stopping, hmm (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I be on the block with all my niggas like we on a clock (It's like it's a job)
We send some shots just to show you how we rock (Bang, bang, bang)
I drop a pop just to show you how I get hot (Bitch, this drank)
Ain't up in my feelings, I see you all up in yours
I'm on, I plugged my mans, his feet all up in them doors (Big squad, huh)

I ain't tryna talk to dawg, ain't tryna talk to y'all (Mmh-mmh)
Matter fact, I ain't talking at all, nah, nah (Nah, nah)
Lil' bitch better not push me off, unless she get me off
Bitch, you better not read me wrong (Nah), nah (Nah), nah, nah
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face, tell your bitch get out my way
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say (Mmh-mmh), I ain't got no time to play (Mmh-mmh)
Lil' lame ass nigga, get out my face, tell your bitch get out my way (Move)
We don't give a fuck 'bout what you say (Never), I ain't got no time to play (Mmh, ayy, huh)