No Filter

[Intro]
([?])

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas is bitches, just lie in the booth
Ain't outside, I'ma tell you the truth
You is not gang, what you did for the goons?
Load up my knock 'cause I've been in the mood
Cro popped two Percs, don't need it to shoot
Came dressed for the pain man we feelin' blue
Got one in the brain when we on the move
Your shorty a bop but you call her a boo
She gave me the face, you're kissin' it too
Whole city in the grave, 'cept me in a coupe
She don't know her place and I gave her the boot
Diss mine and I go burn with the demons
We slide and find, leave man on the cement
They hide out and I can't wait 'til we see them
Momma's be grievin', Villers be reapin'

[Verse]
Dirty the knock and we still gon' keep it
Bend on your block, two eight shots and I'm creepin'
Put a X on a opp but we go for the O
He duckin' his top, he don't want no smoke
No Fifa, I'll kick in your doors like [?]
Wh-when I bored just slut out my treesha Lisa (Yeah)
This ain't no regular smoke no shisha (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas is bitches, just lie in the booth
Ain't outside, I'ma tell you the truth
You is not gang, what you did for the goons?
Load up my knock 'cause I've been in the mood
Cro popped two Percs, don't need it to shoot
Came dressed for the pain man we feelin' blue
Got one in the brain when we on the move
Your shorty a bop but you call her a boo
She gave me the face, you're kissin' it too
Whole city in the grave, 'cept me in a coupe
She don't know her place and I gave her the boot
Diss mine and I go burn with the demons
We slide and find, leave man on the cement
They hide out and I can't wait 'til we see them
Momma's be grievin', Villers be reapin' (Yeah)
(Momma's be grievin', Villers be reapin')