NO HOOK (feat. Townstar Deon)

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Yauce

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Uh
Bitch
Yauce, Deon
(God-damn)
I don't say stuff 'less it's facts
Y'all wanna cap
Me, I'm just good with my hoodie (Uh-huh)
You misbehavin', then we finna slide, toosie
Rap like a vet, bitch, you rap like a rookie (Uh-huh)
Why you play tough when we know that you pussy
Smacking the track, like an asthma attack
When I'm back in my bag, I just act like a bully (Sheesh)
You spit a bar and you wantin' a cookie
I spit a 16 just to get cookin'
Bars out this world like a satellite
Told 'em it's time to eat, I got an appetite
Bitch, Imma rap 'til I die at the candlelight
I cannot stop spittin' hot 'til I'm satisfied
Putting in work all the time, shit is classified
Boutta go big, Imma make this shit magnified
Know you a baby, maybe need a pacifier (Baby)
Look like a hoe when you run and you cry to your mama
Man, they don't want smoke
So they know they should stop with the drama (Stop with the drama)
Bitches is broke, we be cashin' our checks, countin' commas
Listen to bro, man you better come proper
Drippin' when dressin', I'm pickin' out Prada
Why they be playin', we hot as Nevada (That shit be hot)
Holla at me for them blue strips, workin' blue collar
Snap you in half like a poolstick, bumpin' Tha Carter
Chasin' the dollar
Okay, see we ballin' hard, like Ibaka
Honest to Allah
Uh (I swear to God)
I just hop on the beat and I rip at the go
These niggas be fifty-changin' for a hoe
I was down bad, wearin' same clothes
Now I be ballin', crankin' at the shows
I'm with Yauce in the booth and we workin' (Workin')
I'm still gettin' active so stop all that purpin'
Tryna get to the cash, Imma touch it for certain (No cap)
I just pulled up, SRT (Skrt)
That bitch be zoomin'
I just pulled up, 'signer bag (Agh)
That pack be boofin'
I'm in the trap seven days of the week (Uh!)
I be gettin' to movin'
You come round the Walk, and Ion even know you (No cap)
You better keep it movin'
My soldiers gorillas, like we in the jungle (Grr)
Bro told me stay down, and always be humble (On God)
I got the bag on me, I don't fumble
Ten toes down, you know I don't stumble
I'm ballin', I feel like I'm Kobe or sum (Grr)
Tryna shake my hand, think he know me or sum
They tried count me out, bitch know I'm the one
I'm only 15, but I had me a son (On God)
You live by the gun, man, then die by that (Uh)
Cuz nigga, I'm walkin' down on the opps (No cap)
You ain't outside, posted at the dugout (Got a glock on my dick)
Got a glock on my dick, posted on your block (Posted on your block)
If we hit your man then your man gon' get shot (Brr)
I send your big homie to the stars
Put him on TV, like movie-star
Nigga, you is not bullet-proof (Boom)
You can get gone (Boom, boom, boom)
I catch an opp, I give him a facelift
Dodgin' the bullets, I feel like the Matrix
If robbin' the work, then it's back to the basics (Back to the basics)
Tryna get to the bag, like f*ck being famous (Uh-huh)

He tryna butt heads
Hit him with a headbutt
Kickin' his calves
'Til his legs drop
Vicious and practiced
This shit get disastrous
And it finna look like sweatshop (God-damn)
Burning my toast, cuz my bread got
Faith in Allah, he can bend rocks
Stop internet dissin', you can just send shots
Depends if you ready to get caught
Smackin' the beat, it got fractures
Goofies be driving me nuts, like the planters
Stack it up for my stash, Ned Flanders (Cash)
I'm here with Deon, I ain't talkin' Sanders
Beanie be neon, you don't even matter
These dudes be peons, I'm high on the ladder
Stackin my cake, like the batter
Had some bad grades back in school but i need me a lady way badder (On God)
They seem to all follow patterns
Me, Imma go on my own in my lane
Said, hit it like my brodie Novak, the batter (Out the park)
You hear me rappin', then nobody matter (Bitch)
I think I want her cuz nobody had her
I think I want it cause nobody had it
Stackin' my paper, my pockets be gettin' much fatter
They hear me screamin' on beats and they ask what's the matter
Man, am I awfully flattered
This sure matters
Piss-poor rappers (Ah-hah)
Piss like bladder
If they wanna tussle, I told em that I got my tassel
I graduated with a masters
All of these rappers, they actors
Infatuated with the chapters
Evaluatin' my disasters
Emasculated, leave you shattered (F*ck out my face)
Don't matter the spot
Driftin' in droptops
That gon' sing like Celine
Dion
Yauce here with Deon
When I be rappin', I'm painting the picture like Leon-
Ardo
I need gullwing Gallardo
Ain't no slice for you, this is our dough (Bitch)
Got a lot of weight, that I carry, that's cargo
Me and 'Mando stackin' bread, Wells Fargo
Take what I want, I am not here to borrow
Hoe ass, skrt off, like my car go (Skrr)

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