Lyrics NO DISCUSSION - Christ Dillinger, Kamiyada+

NO DISCUSSION

Big ass Backwood, I’m huffin and puffin
I shoot up your house and your momma start buggin
I pull out my dick and I fuck no discussion
I beat up your pussy and smoke me a russian
Big ass choppa so niggas not tusslin
You ain’t sippin wok lil nigga thats tussin
I dont know this nigga my runtz hes not puffin
I just put my sausage inside her McMuffin
Codeine on a camel so nigga im crushin'
When i shop with plugs nigga ain’t no discussion
I pull out a pistol and end the discussion
I beat up a pussy and smoke me a russian
Big ass choppa it knocked out his stomach
When I pull my dick out, your bitch she get on it
These junkies they hooked on the dope like its phonics
I’m meetin my plug and he speakin ebonics
The cops on my dick
Think i got me a warrant
I pulled out my dick and your bitch, she was for it
Got a fat ass Backwood
Look like Lizzo
My dick long look like limo
If you don’t get money why is you here for
I’m eatin on penne and shrimp its expensive
She suck on my dick before I finish my sentence
These niggas don’t get it, they not comprehendin'
When I get the money I get right to spending
This magical life that I live so expensive
When she hear my lyrics she said they’re offensive
Next thing you know I’m in her mouth like a dentist
You beefing with me, you’re going to end up on oxygen
If you don’t fuck with me, why did you follow then
Hop outta lean put that shit in my tummy
I laugh at you clown but this shit is not funny
These niggas be acting like kings when they bummy
Then copy my style and then say they don’t like me
How the fuck you gon' say that when you try to bite me?
These internet niggas too pussy to fight me
They talk on my name I don’t take that shit lightly
You speak about me nigga you speak politely
If he a fake friend then he worse than a opp
If Christ D on the beat then this shit is a bop
New Glock, two toes
I’m at the party you best leave yo boo home
My shooters youngins, they grew up in group homes
Miss me you nigga his head in a loophole
I’m not a racist I’m pulling a hoodie
That chop hit his leg, now we losing this footage
There’s blood on the dance floor who’s tryna boogie?
My team full of vets I can’t fuck with no rookies
Your bitch tryna fuck 'cause I do what you couldn’t
I show no fear boy I do what you wouldn’t
Diamonds they blinding but they can’t stop looking
Pull up with a drake and the handle is wooden
I’m getting tough with three thugs and no laws
You couldn’t handle my dick and that shit was all soft
I’m in the charge and I’m blowing this house
The cops get behind me they know that I’m gone
New Glock, two toes
I’m at the party you best leave you boo home
My shooters young 'cause they grew up in
Miss me you nigga his head in a loophole
I’m not a racist I’m pulling a hoodie
That time hit his leg, now we losing this footage
There’s blood on the dance floor who’s tryna boogie?
My team full of vets I can’t fuck with no rookies