​no mo pt.2

[Chorus]
I can't do this no more (No more)
Racks hit my phone, I say, "No more" (No more)
Bitch, I'ma blow up just like a claymore (Claymore)
Bitch, stopping hit my phone, lil' bitch, I'm so bored (So bored)
Bitch, I'm counting these racks so fast like a cyborg (Cyborg)
So bored, I got the racks like a high score
She wanna fuck, of course
Pull off in that body Porsche
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they so lame
She gonna pull up on me, give me Helmut Lang

[Verse]
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', she popping the Perc', and that bitch, it go to her brain
I'm choppin' the blunt, nigga, fill up the [?] and I fill it with cane
He talking that shit and I told that lil' nigga, "Shut up, bitch, just stay in your lane"
I don't want Goyard, I don't want [?], my nigga, I feel like I'm Kane
What would you choose, the love or the racks?
I got the racks, I flip it like that
She suckin' the dick, she do it like that
Hop out the matte black SRT, do it like that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All of these niggas that talking, these niggas be cap
So we take these niggas off of the map

[Chorus]
I can't do this no more (No more)
Racks hit my phone, I say, "No more" (No more)
Bitch, I'ma blow up just like a claymore (Claymore)
Bitch, stopping hit my phone, lil' bitch, I'm so bored (So bored)
Bitch, I'm counting these racks so fast like a cyborg (Cyborg)
So bored, I got the racks like a high score
She wanna fuck, of course
Pull off in that body Porsche
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they so lame
She gonna pull up on me, give me Helmut Lang