Lyrics No Looking Back - Jayo Sama

No Looking Back

I gotta run them bandz up ain’t no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain’t no feds on my dick cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag
Soon i walk in the trap im like where the kitchen at
My ogs show me how to cook i started whippin that
I love to spend a check cos im gone get it back
Drop a check on your head knock off your fitted cap
You ain’t thuggin jayo sama really livin that
Im bringin drama to your mama where u livin at
Every nigga round me down to let that pistol clap
My niggas on a killing spree nigga check the stats
You a pussy when you with your dogs u love to rap
We gone leave a nigga missin if a nigga lack
Now they done lef u in the feild now where ur niggas at
I heard u talking to them foes nigga yous a rat
I gotta run them bandz up ain’t no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain’t no feds on my dick cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag
Osama stray strapped up wit the gat
Fuck around and pull up with the mac
You sleep hit u up in the back
Catch a opp lackin issa wrap
I will never fold on my foes
I mainly hang around zoes
My team up check the score
For my zoes imma let it blow
These niggas hated jayo
Im gettin to the bankroll
It never snow in florida
Florida boys make it snow
We trapped out in the south
But its coming in n out
U ain’t really movin pounds
U just running your mouth
You need to run up them bands
Still out here broke u playin
You need to stay off them xans
Im really getting to them bands
I want my money in advance
You need to get you a plan
Run it up and do the money dance
I gotta run them bandz up ain’t no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain’t no feds on my dick cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag