Aint No Fun

(앨범: VIRALITY - 2022)

Yeah, bitch I'm in that Benz truck
Bad bitch, that'd be rude if you ain't let my friends fuck
Shmoney dancing on you bitches, told her, "We can dance, bruh"
Fifty on my— uh (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy), ooh, yeah, ayy
Fifty in my pocket, teacher told me pull my pants up
Shorty on my line, she on that bullshit, I can't answer
She talking 'bout she pregnant, man, she tryna get me jammed up
If she not telling lies, you already knowing what's the plan, bruh
That B shit, yellow diamonds on me, on some pee shit
I'm just tryna kick it with you baby, you and me shit
Blow a bag at Neiman's on a weekend, bitch, I'm geeking
I'ma freak it, take it back up to the telly, Michael Jackson, I'ma
Beat it, post it up and then delete it
Choppa do a nigga dirty, got him shaking, got him leaking
Yeah, she mad as hell, sending paragraphs, I didn't read it
So I blocked her up on everything, I couldn't be defeated
Pull up in that AMG— yo, why the fuck do I keep whisperin'?
Black seats in a black car, hell yeah, that's what I'm whipping in
I see the goddamn stars, there's no roof or ceiling in
They be like, "Goddamn Chris, how the fuck do you be killing it?"
And I'm richer than a bitch while yo' ass working
And that choppa turned him to a stripper, got his ass twerking
Bitch, I'm not the same nigga, that's a past person
Damn, I done broke up with my bitch on her birthday, I'm a bad person

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Try to test me or my niggas, we gon' have to grab guns
Damn, rocking H.Lorenzo, bitch, you rocking PacSun
Ooh, Kylie Jenner looking bitch, she got her ass done
If she can't hit my phone— mm, fuck it man, this rap done
Sike, that's not it
You know me and all my niggas, we be on that bullshit
Got her nigga coming home, she put me in the closet
Bitch, I'm really going up, I'm feeling like a rocket, making up a profit
Who is really killing shit that's as old as me?
Lil' bitch, I'm way too lit, I'm in that drive through and they notice me
Performing on the stage and all the bitches throw they bras and all they clothes at me
They ask me how I do it, I just do what I'm supposed to be
Got a .40 and a MAC and a chop' in a black truck
I'm throwing fifty bands while I'm in school, I fuck my class up
Around this time this year, man I was broke, I got my racks up
Running laps around the bank, I might just fuck the track up
Hit 'em with a "Uh, damn, I just fucked the track up"
"Fuck it bruh, you ran that shit, it wasn't even that bad, bruh"
Ending of the song, goddamn it, dawg, I'm kinda mad, bruh
Right before I leave, I gotta tell y'all, get that bag, bruh

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none