No Reason

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
Huh? Huh?
4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way, younging
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Creeping
Lil' bro, we got to slide on these youngins, man
Huh? Huh?

We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

[Jimmy Wopo:]
Fresh like beginning of the season
I hit my boy for the D, I [?] and I'm leaning
He caught a hitter like O-10, can't say he go off, the shit wasn't recent
When I'm out the store, the trap open
The burglar's boy rob you as soon as I'm leaving
My diamonds are busting and blowing
The neck and the Rollie, it colder than [?]
Ayy, surprise party, we brought five .40's
Ain't gotta drive, they gon' ride for me
Say that, you gotta go die for me
Hope to keep the choppers off my IG story
That ain't your chef, you like Raven and Cory
Whipping up baby, might take me to Maury
Taking the trap and I'm taking the jewelry
Robbing your life and we taking your jewelry
.40's is on me like I'm Robert Horry
[?] ain't on me, bro towing it for me
How you the boss and you don't got a thottie?
I pay the cost and they blowing you for me
.40's is on me like I'm Robert Horry
[?] ain't on me,bro towing it for me
How you the boss and you don't got a thottie?
I pay the cost and they blowing you for me, lame

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

Caught him down bad on them bars, he sleeping
In love with the pack, we beat him
I ain't finna have no meeting, talk about racks and we speaking
He do the wrong thing, we gon' leave him
Get spanked, nigga, king of my hill, no Hank, okay
I flash them racks in her face, okay
I put an opp in his place, okay, yeah
We beefing, nigga, we tryna get even
We letting off all weekend, uh, we spin in their block 'til we see 'em
Uh, we left his head on the cement
We left a scene to your way, he was dead on the cement
Lil' nigga, my trap be beeping
I ain't kissing last pack, they season
Uh, niggas be acting like they want the smoke
But we want the smoke for real
Know we blowing smoke for real
Look, them niggas hoes for real
I'm fucking their hoes for real
Yeah, we get it gone for real
Really make more sales than a store for real
Drop your location and I'm at your door for real

We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneaking
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

Ayy, come here, lil' nigga
Ah
4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way
Hard way, grah
None of the rest
Gang, 4 Way