No Talking

[Intro: Mhady2Hottie]
Oh, my God, it's Mhady, it's Mhady, bitch

[Verse 1: Mhady2Hottie]
Like, look
I don't get into the talkin'
Said what he said, so you know it's gon' cost him
Like, no, I ain't givin' no warning
Pull up all black hop out start tossing
Stomach shot, got him nauseous
Too many deads, I don't know who I'm smokin'
These niggas must really think that I'm jokin'
He caught a shot to his neck, he was chokin'
Too many opps, I can't play for the loafers
Lil' bro tryna get a promotion
She on her knees like this shit is devotion
Off the liq' take a sip of the potion
Why would I stop, gotta keep this in motion
Bro got no heart, I can't show no emotion
Opp thot pussy get wet like the ocean
Hit from the back, I got a stroke in, like

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Lay him down like he lazy
Post up tryna fade him like Kobe
Claim you know Jerry, but you do not know me
Me and Nazzy was spinnin' in stoleys
Spin through the 4th
No Mickey D's need a four piece
Tryna send shh, to his homies
Niggas keep talking 'bout guns, but they never gon' blow 'em
Said he want smoke, I'ma torch him
Throwin' bullets, each of them go long
Catch a homi' we singin' like Trey Songz
Spin through that block, bust a youie'
Think I see the opps, 21 shots I'ma savage
Take his chain no court, it's a basket
Hop out the Vs, no record, get to action
Blastin the gun, fell in love with attachments
Damn, 41 him, leave him soakin'
So hot keep tearin' no lotion

[Verse 3: Mhady2Hottie & Set Da Trend]
Told bro don't stop keep throwin'
I did a drill gotta switch up the clothin'
I got rid of the drum, you know I promote it
Tried to run and he tripped, now that nigga a goner
Yeah, I'm smokin' your pops, don't be askin' what I'm smokin' (EK)
Like, enough with the chit-chat
Pop out the cut, niggas now that I'm wit' that

[Verse 4: Set Da Trend & Mhady2Hottie]
Hollows gon' split a nigga like a KitKat
We tryna pop a nigga like a Tic-Tac
We lay him down, we wit' the get back
If he Jet from the 4s, then you know that he missed that
.30 loud like a speaker, can you hear that?
Dump like a jet, you know I'ma clear that
Beam on the gun, tryna aim where his wig at
Like no, I ain't boxin' hit him where his ribs at (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Outro: Set Da Trend]
Bitch
T5L, no bigger than us
T5L, bitch, Setty