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RJmrLA

No Face No Case

 

No Face No Case

(album: On God - 2019)


[RJMrLA:]
Lost a few friends and some enemies
Got some in the pen and they full of ink
They gossiping again, I know how niggas think
When I'm hopping out the Benz [?]
I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boys
But everybody got a choice
Boy, you know you gotta have poise
I'm the boy and the pockets on 'roids
Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet
You fucking with me, can't be fucking for free
Don't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet
Bitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to see
And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller
My heater nine milla, wood grip with no splinter
You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer
You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya
I was wooping the coupe, finna recoup on the woop
When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the lose
Had stripes on me too, I'm thinking what I'ma do
Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?

[RJMrLA & Larry Jay:]
Ain't no face, ain't no case
No DA's, wasted away, hold on
(You know you done fucked up right?)
Call my lawyer
(Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?)
I got nothing for ya
(Come on, they call you "Juice", we know you know where the guns at)
Call my lawyer
(We know it's one of the red rag wearing motherfuckers)
I got nothing for ya
(You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on)

[RJMrLA:]
I ain't got nothing for you flat-footed Johnnies
I can't hop out running 'cause my pants was on tightly
Thought about bussing cause this handheld excite me
And pigs kill clear as day, do that shit nightly
I'm irie, tripping on shit but a flight seat
Mind be all up in the mix like a nine-piece
Sirens, louder than the bitch right behind me
My crimey showed me how to fish like a Pisces
This might be the perfect time to use my fundamentals
I think I'm militant because my grandpa was a general
License, registration, still they treat me like a criminal
Want me step out, so I hop out, lock my keys up in the middle
Shit real, need a search warrant just to see how it feels
Calling my lawyer before I'm calling my girl
I ain't got shit for your dog to come smell
I ain't taking no L's, I ain't worried 'bout bail

[RJMrLA & Larry Jay:]
Ain't no face, ain't no case
No DA's, wasted away, hold on
(You're making it very difficult for us RJ, come on, stop fucking around)
Call my lawyer
(The fuck you mean, call your lawyer? We're gonna call him in a minute, let us know what the fuck you know)
I got nothing for ya
(Stop fucking around man, we know you know where the fuckers at)
Call my lawyer
(You ain't gon' give us nothing huh, that's how you wanna fucking play it?)
I got nothing for ya
(Fuck it, lets drop his ass off at 118th and Avalon CT got something for that ass, hahahaha)

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