Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Chorus Pt. 10, artist - BlocBoy JB. Album song Who Am I 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great
Song language: English
No Chorus Pt. 10 |
| No Chorus, Pt. |
| 10, finna cop a van |
| Pop a nigga ass like a fuckin' Perc' 10 |
| Hit him with the bag like I’m in the first dance |
| Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind |
| I’m gettin' head like a motherfuckin' mannequin |
| If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking? |
| Thirties all up, leave a fuck nigga vanishing |
| I hit him up, ain’t gon' lie, it was challenging |
| Say he getting money but where it’s at? |
| I’m the alley, O’Malley cat |
| I’m in the jungle with lions and birds |
| To the left, that’s how I like my hat (crip) |
| Freak hoes, I’m striking it |
| Beat 'em up, Mike Tyson it |
| Fuck the bitch, he ain’t liking it |
| Made a post 'bout me, lost his life today |
| I’m 'bout to pull up |
| I’m driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it’s full of |
| He 'bout to crash 'cause I shot his ass before he could look up |
| That nigga shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up |
| Commissary, get your books up |
| What’s wrong with him? |
| AR to his head, I’m 'bout to dome-split him |
| Heard a nigga want me dead, I had to go’n get him |
| Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him |
| My money long nigga |
| Yours small, mine tall, get your own nigga |
| I was only fourteen beating grown niggas |
| Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long nigga |
| Ain’t no way that I’ma miss and hit the wrong nigga |
| Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever |
| Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather |
| Shoot a nigga just for the pleasure |
| Nigga better not play 'bout my cheddar |
| Nigga’s ass better know better |
| Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta |
| Bitch I got them rounds like I’m Floyd Mayweather |
| Mayweather, bitch I’m hot like May weather |
| Forty on my side like we go together |
| Y’all niggas broke and y’all hoes too |
| Pussy ass nigga I expose you (that's on my mama) |
| She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth |
| Connect with the plug like I’m wifi or bluetooth |
| I remember days when I had to wear Fubu |
| When you a nail everybody wanna screw you |
| Shop with me, shop with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery |
| I gotta kill him, on crip ain’t no stopping me |
| He tried to play me like I was monopoly |
| Damn, damn, scratch a nigga out his Lamb |
| 2013 Lito, bitch I go ham |
| I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps |
| We making moves and shit, my niggas be hitting licks |
| Shot a nigga down just like a cigarette |
| If he on some business shit |
| Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit |
| I swear we ain’t missing shit |
| I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch |
| Unless she give benefits |
| Hold up, I think I fucked up on my ass, lyrics gotta go over |
| Then them niggas hating on me, pull up in that Rover |
| Fucked a bitch last night, only bought her a soda |
| Gang, and I’m up off in a Lamb, I pull up, whip through in a Lamb, |
| yeah yeah yeah |
| Fuck on your bitch I go HAM, fuck on your bitch I go HAM, yeah yeah |
| Fuck her and tell her to scram, fuck her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah |
| Green eggs and ham, ham |
| I’m tellin' ya, I’m tellin' ya man |