NTS (Nothing To Say)

[Intro]
Flip Fire
Damn Spency

[Chorus: Flip Capone]
Yeah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say (To say)
Blah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away (Take the pain away)
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say

[Verse 1: Flip Capone]
They said I'd vacate when I'm crashin', got no fear left in my body (Body)
Say my name on that track, dawg, I guarantee you'll get bodied (Bow!)
No threats yet, just warnings (Warnings)
Pour it up 'til mornin' (Mornin')
When it rains, yeah, it's pourin'
My whole life the sky has been stormin' (Oh)
My enemies wavin' that white flag
We talkin' music, I might brag
We talkin' hoes, she might gag
Got no love for them scumbags
Draped up and dripped out, yo bitch know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Can't deny they chasin' clout, all you fakes, I could live without
Until I D-I-E I'm bringin' that gospel (Bow!)
I got no turn down, hit the mic with that fire mane
I burned the hoe then moved down
Trip, no Flip, don't get no better
Chase bread spent like I chase that cheddar
Hope they know I'm a drama starter
Go-getter flow with a hoe, bro, don't let up

[Chorus: Flip Capone]
Yeah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say (To say)
Blah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away (Take the pain away)
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say

[Bridge: Smoke Corleone]
Smoke Corle-Corle-Corle-Corle
Smoke Corleone

[Verse 2: Smoke Corleone]
Got a hitter with a hitter with a killer with a go-getter
Ready to go in yo city
Give 'em a perk and they ready to merk
And they ready for whatever come in your section
Never no playin', delayin', I think I'ma go insane
I really don't lose it, I gotta recoupe it and get to the music
I gotta be goin' through something
Lord knows everybody gotta get it right thinkin' that we can't fuck this up
And plus I've been goin' up out of my head and my mind a little fucked up
Smoke, be calm, calm, calm, calm
Everyone tellin' me that but if I get the gat I'ma never look back
I'ma get 'em again and again and again
Matter of fact I'ma bust in that clutch
Fuck it, I'ma get it in when I get it in y'all
Better get a window when I hit all, lit all
Let me go, energy get off, I feel I might hit 'em
I never was sellin' my soul to the Devil, a whole 'nother level
I hop in the ride and I fight 'til the 808 give me the bass and that track rock

[Chorus: Flip Capone]
Yeah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say (To say)
Blah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away (Take the pain away)
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say

[Verse 3: Playboy The Beast]
Suckers sp talkative when they online
Puffin' they chest and pretendin' they brave
But when I pull up right, it gonna get quiet
Fuck that soft shit, pussy, come run my fade
Need to pray little nigga while you tryna run away
No games ever playin' when I'm aimin' at your face
Disappear without a trace, got a bullet with your name
When I'm killin' all opponents, eat 'em up like a glazed donut
I am a lion, these niggas gazelles
Cool with the hands but got shooters with shells
Stay with the gun and not talkin' 'bout cappers
This sucker couple, knock the wind out your sails
Digital scale for digital sales
They comin' for me but I still will prevail
I gotta get money, I paved my own trail
My vision is locked, I will not be derailed

[Bridge: Playboy The Beast]
Full steam ahead, bitch, I come like a train
You fuck with the gang, you'll get beat out your brain
Bitch, I'm a beast, so don't speak on my name
Yo, there ain't no comparison, we not the same
Full steam ahead, bitch, I come like a train
Fuck with the gang, you'll get beat out your brain
Bitch, I'm a beast, so don't speak on my name
Yo, there ain't no comparison, we not the same

[Chorus: Flip Capone]
Yeah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say (To say)
Blah! Hey bitch, we vibin' to that 808 (808)
A couple shots of the Cîroc will take the pain away (Take the pain away)
You ain't my P.O. or my P.O.A
Know they want me D.O.A but pussies ain't got shit to say