No Face
(Al Geno on the track)
(What's happening, Chi Chi?)
Ayy, guns with the drums
Ain't gotta drop a band on 'em (Drop a band)
Yeah, I'ma get 'em touched
Ain't gotta put a hand on 'em (Put a hand)
Ten toes, stand on 'em
Going up, won't land on 'em
Ain't keeping track of old
Friends, he went broke, they ran on him
(Track ran) tell 'em, "Be quiet, shh
I think I hear a rat" (Shh, shh)
When it's smoke, it's scoliosis, yeah
I bet I'll get 'em back
(Bet I'll get 'em back)
Nah, fuck it, get 'em first
Feels like this rapping shit a curse
I wanna rob, i just can break it down and
Put it in a verse (Put it in a verse)
Hе wanna rob, but he was tryna rob a pound
(Was tryna rob a pound)
This shit I'm smoking loud
I get stoned, don't makе a sound
If I can't catch 'em in that field
Then I'm diving out of bounds
Tryna sleep in all his water
But I'm worried he gon' drown
Tryna sleep in all his water
Tryna hydrate it
You take a Perc' and I take two, I be high
Hey (I be high, hey)
Shake time, lil' nigga, well, by now
I don't even like weight (Well, by now)
I ain't lift a finger, got 'em gone
Niggas lightweight
Speed up, let's go ice skate
X pill, they skied up, you won't see no face
(Won't see no face)
Won't see my name in black and white
But I don't hate no race (No race)
I'm on go, I'm talking no breaks
Opps in my 'Wood, talking no shakes
Turn the dope white, snowflakes
Going deaf, I don't hear no jakes
Guns with the drums
Ain't gotta drop a band on 'em (Drop a band)
Yeah, I'ma get 'em touched
Ain't gotta put a hand on 'em (Put a hand)
Ten toes, stand on 'em
Going up, won't land on 'em
Ain't keeping track of old
Friends, he went broke, they ran on him
(Track ran) tell 'em, "Be quiet, shh
I think I hear a rat" (Shh, shh)
When it's smoke, it's scoliosis, yeah
I bet I'll get 'em back
(Bet I'll get 'em back)
Nah, fuck it, get 'em first
Feels like this rapping shit a curse
I wanna rob, i just can break it down and
Put it in a verse (Look)
Get him touched, won't lay a hand (Hand)
Wrap him up, put him in a pan
Cook him, leave him where he stand
Took him, blow him like a fan (Fan)
They talk on the net
But ducking when that lead spraying (Braow)
She sweating to eat the dick
Gon' buy that bitch a headband
Look, chop on the dresser, pistol
Came with a suppressor, guess she
Think she can do better, she
Wanna leave, I'ma let her, yeah
I keep me some metal, don't make me get
Shit together, ride through my
City whenever, OMB
We done bust several heads
And I can get you touched
I ain't gotta touch it, do you understand?
K bullet cut through you like some butter
I'll catch you with your mama
I'm a dirty motherfucker
We don't need to borrow pistols
This a whole lot of cutters it's Peezy
Ayy, guns with the drums
Ain't gotta drop a band on 'em (Drop a band)
Yeah, I'ma get 'em touched
Ain't gotta put a hand on 'em (Put a hand)
Ten toes, stand on 'em
Going up, won't land on 'em
Ain't keeping track of old
Friends, he went broke, they ran on him
(Track ran) tell 'em, "Be quiet, shh
I think I hear a rat" (Shh, shh)
When it's smoke, it's scoliosis, yeah
I bet I'll get 'em back
(Bet I'll get 'em back)
Nah, fuck it, get 'em first
Feels like this rapping shit a curse
I wanna rob, i just can break it down and
Put it in a verse (Put it in a verse)