No Questions (feat. Baby Maxx)

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Mel8
Nun of y'all niggas can't f*ck with me in this rap shit, man
Ayy, I never seen no money in you niggas if you ask me
Big glock, 30 stick on me, you ain't gon' tax me

Hoppin' in the bitch car like who up up in the backseat
These niggas not gon' play with me cause I'm known to get it clappy
I have to call the taxi cause the Uber got a tracky
These niggas ain't gon' treat me like no rapper, they gon' clap me

I ain't finna say what Max did cause it's tragic
Walkin' bad bitches to the school like what's your classes
Yeah, I sell some shit but on my mama I be taxin
I ain't tryna make no lil' money, that shit backwards

Bitch, we carry real poles on us, no gell blasters
If you got no money, then you talkin' like you Casper
Bitch yellin' my name off the perc like bitch, I'm right here
I ain't givin' no bitch no doe, bitch, it's your nightmare

Bitch got a two-piece on like she work for Kaiser
Every time I wake up, a nigga be like, you fire
A hundred shots to hit his chest it's like a hundred hit his dome
How you come to you my brother and you freeze it with the pole

Set to drop on lil' king, bitch, watch them bullets clip his nose
When we step, it's full throttle, better ask my nigga Rome
I'm not trippin' with them niggas, bitch, he still up on the porch
Oh yeah, I'm on that, I'm finna cook him like some pork

Rollin' up the shadow pack, it got me itchin' for a score
When I'm slidin' on your block, I ain't showin' no remorse
I'ma switch the flow on em, brother
He text me, he gon' kill me, I say, yeah, yeah

Brother just got killed so I be creepin' with that, yeah, yeah
I'm a donkey, shout out to rozay , bitch, he the leg man
The suckas call my phone, I'm tryna spit and get they hand slam
Oh, you a killer, I am too, boy, get up with me

I'ma bend they block a hundred times until I split they kiddies
Niggas claim they tough, but really not, boy, y'all be pussy
Drop a hundred on they block, that's a buck fifty
Baby play, go up the two and I'ma drop the five

Niggas tell a boosie tryna funk, but y'all never slide
Thought he was a boy, he put a skid and now he's chirrder bop
We gon' add a K2 and I explain, cause we know he died
Nigga, free mad max nigga, free all the thugs, nigga

Rip booka, nigga, f*ck five, nigga, fly K on that, nigga
We out, nigga, we out, nigga, we out, nigga, we out

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