No Fatigue

[Chorus]
I grind so she think I'm a skater
When you hear my exhaust, see ya' later
I'm not coming if it's not 'bout paper
And that 40 gon' line that boy up wit' no taper (Ha)
We going to fast in the Hills, that's that 488
Yeah that bitch a spider
That ho bet' not tweak wit' my bitch 'cause she do not take well wit' the hate
Yeah that bitch a fighter

[Verse]
We just snuck in our tool in the club
Still a thug but a thug need a hug
Why these niggas ain't showing no love
Probably cause we aimed where his brain is
I didn't fuck her, I'm sure that the gang did
He said it was smoke but we out on your block and you went off and hid
I been that man since a kid
I count them racks wit' a viеw for them niggas who doubted me
I was in Ksubis at night, in somе Prada jeans
All these niggas gon' take all my swag, probably
Wit' them racks, I'ma leave out wit' bags
Brand new glick and it came wit' two mags
That boy better not play, know who gang is
That ho gave me her head, now she brainless
She accepted my flaws, I was nameless
Keep that Glock, we too hot, man we dangerous
I can't wait to go buy a Patek for just me and my niggas
And these niggas some haters, we count up that guap on these bitches
I'm not showing the niggas remorse
We come in, they close the whole store
I can spend a light thousand just when I get bored
Man you said that up and you didn't even score
We throw the ones that they get off the floor

[Chorus]
I grind so she think I'm a skater
When you hear my exhaust, see ya' later
I'm not coming if it's not 'bout paper
And that 40 gon' line that boy up wit' no taper (Ha)
We going to fast in the Hills, that's that 488
Yeah that bitch a spider
That ho bet' not tweak wit' my bitch 'cause she do not take well wit' the hate
Yeah that bitch a fighter