No Surgery (feat. Lil Street & 308 Bly)

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Shit just, off the dome, see what I'm saying
Real life shit, really spinnin' shit
My patna know when he shoot that stick, he gotta control his anger
Opp niggas hit the cut, ran into danger

Red shirt turn into a painter
In the whip with the sticks, turn you into an angel
No surgery run down, get his face lift
In the trap, get it gone, we can't stay here
Shit strong got it bussing out the vacuum seal

Thought I told you don't run, that's an easy kill
When I slide, I do not gotta be on pill
You get whacked, I get smacked with a baby drink
Run down, now I blast it, I do it in the back

I don't know who, that might be 308
Niggas touchin' my brother, pull up, get a shoot, pull up
I'm in the neck, no clay
We be walkin' through school, y'all niggas be mutin'

niggas know you get punched in the face
Get shot in your mouth, think you funny
Can't come to my side, it's a dungeon
Don't want no snakes, spend my grind

Don't call if you don't keep it a hunnid
And they lean up on my ass, this shit fuckin' up my stomach
Old day, ridin' bike with BB guns
How you beefin' and you ain't got no fun

When I catch that lil' boy, it's a homerun
Hit his feet with a hollow, he can't run
With lil' spots on the block, it ain't the end
Y'all niggas be under me, peons

I'm the king of this shit like LeBron
Trap dot, we gon' beat up the spot
F*ck that boy, I don't know how he plant
You ain't got no more shit, you all on my D

And like who a lil' street, don't get put on no T
Where this ass hoe even did at the beat
Fade down in the dirt, he gettin' ate by a leech
Tripper callin' him, he gon' think that it's over with

He really didn't know the bitch standin' on a bench
He gon' watch his lil' bro get it
Don't you know hoe ain't really got no bitch
Boy, you ain't psyched out? Where's your pipe now

I caught your head low from your white belted pipe now
Don't try to slide on this block, you gettin' wiped now
Tryin' to stay low, I can't wait till it's my time
Yeah, I been tryin' to stay low

You know you just gotta maintain
Gang in the back and they really send shots out
Turn him in, y'all, I can't wait till he pop out
Me and LeBron, we slidin' with two Glocks

Blood on his shirt, AR stretched out his tank top
Swipe for a reason, can't wait till the bank drop
You ain't my kid, get the f*ck out my face off
Swerve through, hit her off, her on her late top

He with his bitch, seen street and his face drop
Nigga be rigor, they droppin' they pills
Don't use his straps, I know he a pussy
Better have sin, don't get dead like a rich

Stick to the plan if you boy used to feel it
Glock 19, J-4, I just took it
They need some glass, y'all shooters ain't lit
Pull up, nigga, fast, they know not to put it

Up your lil' G till you tryin' to get to it
Rommel fought, nigga, he cannot f*ck with it
Show me a stance, you should say that it's up with it
Hand over your gun, cause I know you want blood with it

Set up an R, nigga, I know that the slut with it
Line's a bitch, nigga, lickin' my feet, nigga
You on that side, don't get put on the T with it
Let out the J-4, hit him by three, nigga

F*ck all you can for, who want the beef, nigga
Slide on the block, got a drape full of ammo
Smokin' on opps in the hotbox with Bad Dog
Street got a Glock and it came with some camo

Catch her out, nigga, I'm takin' it limbo
Try to rob me and that gon' be your last day
Smoke QH, put a might in the atray
I ain't talkin' on live, I be ready to shoot

Gen 5 by my side, I'ma put it to use
I ain't talkin' on live, I be ready to shoot

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