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On “No Shoes On the Rug, Leave Them At the Door,” we discovered that Jason was sent to jail. This next track is based off of the reason why. IDK has stated in multiple interviews that, during his run from the police after the armed robbery incident, someone “spilled the beans” regarding his location...
[Intro]
Your friends gon' snitch on you
(Your friends gon' snitch on you)
Your friends gon' snitch on you
[Chorus]
They smilin' in your face but then finesse you for the work (Work)
They claim to be your friend but put your name inside the dirt (Dirt)
I don't trust nobody (No)
I don't trust nobody (No)
Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain't gon' work (No)
Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain't gon' work (Work)
I don't trust no-no-no-nobody ('Body)
I don't trust no-o-o-o-o-body (Word)
[Verse]
All I wanna do is get my mom a couple bands (Bands)
All I wanna do is cop them new designer brands (Brands)
All I wanna do is see the money in my hand (Yeah)
So, why the fuck you snitching 'cause I sold a couple grams?
Bitch, I'm on a mission for the chains and a coupe
Biggie said it best, "Fuck a check, gimme the loot"
No new friends in my circle, in my crew
Text me but your number ain't saved, who are you?
Fuck the function, most them niggas on that fuck shit
Say they ride-or-die, they see the opps, they on that duck shit
Lately, I been happy being single, fuck the love shit
All the shit I bought you should've been a tax deduction
I don't want your dap, fuck your dap, all I want is cash
If you cross me once, cut you off, you don't get no pass
I don't gotta floss, gotta flex, I don't gotta act
On the other hand, you's a act that don't know how to act
[Bridge]
If I see you in the streets, ain't no words for you
If I see you around the way, ain't no words for you
If I see you in the streets, ain't no words for you
If I see you around the way
[Chorus]
They smilin' in your face but then finesse you for the work (Work)
They claim to be your friend but put your name inside the dirt (Dirt)
I don't trust nobody (No)
I don't trust nobody (No)
Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain't gon' work (No)
Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain't gon' work (Work)
I don't trust no-no-no-nobody ('Body)
I don't trust no-o-o-o-o-body (Word)
No Words was written by IDK.
No Words was produced by Kal Banx.
If you notice, “No Shoes on the Rug” is a conversation from jail that I’m having with myself and my mother. The reason I went to jail is because someone told the police where I was hiding. So that was pretty much what “No Words” is — me kind of acknowledging that’s how I went to jail. It’s very self...