No Frauds

[Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth]
We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum

We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum

[Verse 1: Breezy Begets]
One O
I see the game made change a lot of players
Niggas taking pop shots, a lot of different haters
Now I am spinning through blocks, cutting like a razor
Mick Manner with the Mac, I ain't tryna graze ya
I am a hit shit, four pound big foot
I make hookers pay me, I am on pimp shit
You niggas ain't poppoing off, you niggas is cut and soft
Issue you a warrant, informant and bitch I've been a boss
That's that maybach, banner like sayjack
Harnesy gat me feeling like I'm a wack
You need some help hommie, you keep yours in the trunk, I gat mine on me, hitting from a four story

[Verse 2: Pusha Feek]
I'll be on some heavy shit
All I do is heavy hit
Double S camero feet
I am riding on some chevy shit

Gingerbread man

Coppers on some tryna catch me shit and have me in a cell, quarantine with a celly stick
I'm on some chedder shit
Felt like I made the weather switch
Chase screaming checker boy
Ab screaming seven shit
This is what you call fly
Catch me on my feather shit
When the block's hot I'm sweating bricks and moving on whoever's strip
What'd tell a bitch, she irrelevant, She ain't never took a ride in the devil's whip
I was broke down, but when I got intelligent, I seen some paper and was getting to it ever since

[Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth]
We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum

We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum

[Verse 3: P90 Smooth]
Men I'm griding hard
Yea I'm getting bread
And if I ever get booked I'mma take my bed
It's no rats in here
It's just me, Ar and Auto Mack in here
At the kitchen stove, top, cooking Crack in here
You can grab it here
But we don't need them pigs bringing bags here
You can't tell, but it's a cartel mating here
Yea, big men move like shark in here

Open up a brick
Stamp in a ciner
Sky hook it in a pot, blue while cinder

Men I remember, my first hit house
A quiet nigga, but my gun gat a big mouth

[Verse 4: Ar-Ab]
Uhm
They say you loose some, winner some
I'm at the pot, trying to cook up my income
New car, no miles and the rims done
It cost about 10 stacks, just to rent one
I wanna see these hoes face when the bent come
Big bank rolls, the hurt couldn't have been one
I gat a plug, when I call him, 10 come
It's right, I send him back where they sent from
Gone say it, but weak niggas show anger
He pop coin the brick with a cohunger
The brickman speak no anguish, he said how many, I put up four fingers

[Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth]
We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum

We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning
OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud
We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum
We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum