No More

(альбом: We All Shine - 2019)

I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's going on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the fuck wrong with him?"

Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirting out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' paying taxes or something
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shoving that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefing bout these bitches, bruh, this shit getting old
Knowing that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showing me that these niggas ain't real (Ain't real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playing, your ass fuck 'round and get killed
What's going on, bro, I heard you been tripping (Was trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginning
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissing

Yeah, you turned cold, I can't fuck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't fucking with you at all
And Lil Baby snapped, but this fuck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)

I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's going on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the fuck wrong with—"

I can't be fucking with none of these niggas
'Cause all of these niggas be acting like bitches
You know that I'm straight out of Indian River
I don't give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafucking skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what's up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can't go like that)
Can't believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain't got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don't give a fuck, nigga (What?)
'Cause you're still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should've bucked you, nigga
But now I'm feeling like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it's hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscing
All of these bitches, they wasn't even missing me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's going on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the fuck wrong with him?"

Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirting out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' paying taxes or something
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn't keep it a hunnid