No Truce

[Intro]
Eight Oh Apes
Rickee!
Who made the beat?

[Chorus]
I talk about bodies, they talk about [follies?]
I talk about robbin', they talk about stuntin'
Say that they on me, they talkin' for nothin'
I just hit a stain on a bag full of money
Call up Lil Rio, he come with that choppa
You tweakin', you mention my name with some money
Call up [?], he come with them sticks
And I just hit a stain on a bag full of bricks

[Verse 1]
Maison Margielas be blue like the crips
And I just bought a five fifty K with the dip
Bought a bel-air and I bought it to sip
And I just ate a brick and I got it to flip
Came in the condo, ain't nowhere to sit
Ain't get no chills, I got pounds in this bitch
100 shot clips, we got rounds in this bitch
Try to run in, you gon' die in this bitch
I take the stand and I lie on that bitch
You lie to me bitch I found you bitch
I keep that choppa on deck 'cause you niggas is haters, I just be keeping it player
[?] like I'm with the Raiders
Ice on me baby, no I'm not a skater
Yes I'm from Damen, no I'm not a traitor
He mad, I'm just gon' talk to him later
Take us some paper to split us some paper
You threat me a kin, I'm gon' kill your maker
Go get my bitch then I fly to Jamaica
Go get my Rasta [?]
I got them killers and Rasta
We mostly grew up in house full of [foster?]
I catch them bodies from Damen to Foster and go get some bread and get a mimosa

[Chorus]
I talk about bodies, they talk about [follies?]
I talk about robbin', they talk about stuntin'
Say that they on me, they talkin' for nothin'
I just hit a stain on a bag full of money
Call up Lil Rio, he come with that choppa
You tweakin', you mention my name with some money
Call up [?], he come with them sticks
And I just hit a stain on a bag full of bricks

[Verse 2]
I'm posted on Damen, you lookin' for Samson
You do documentaries, you looking for answers
You making me laugh like you Adam Sandler
This [?]
I just be chillin', get tips [on the scammers?] [?]
I hit a stain and go hide in a manor
[?] I take out my bitches for dinner
Samson I worry 'bout nothin', I ball like James Worthy, I walk outta surgery
I'm just addicted to forgery, addicted to shit that I cannot afford
Keep sayin' my name, I send shooters to shows, and they come to shoot out a Ford
Larry [?] I should go sit on a [?]
Call up my shooters and get them some guns from Michigan 'cause I'm getting bored
Pick up my phone and I call up J-West , I tell him that I need a score
[?] about four
I bought some guns, and I bought me some more
Rio got shot in the head and he called up [Kyree?], and they went and bought up the store
This money on me, then you add up some more, and you add up some more, then I go kill yo momma
It ain't no rules in this shit, bitch I'm true to this shit, if you scared in this shit then you go see your momma

[Chorus]
I talk about bodies, they talk about [follies?]
I talk about robbin', they talk about stuntin'
Say that they on me, they talkin' for nothin'
I just hit a stain on a bag full of money
Call up Lil Rio, he come with that choppa
You tweakin', you mention my name with some money
Call up [?], he come with them sticks
And I just hit a stain on a bag full of bricks