Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Intro , by - Lancey Foux. Release date: 23.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Intro |
| No introduction needed, I’m a genius |
| You know me, I stay G’d up |
| 'Bout to go bigger than Meech |
| A-COLD-WALL* cardigan, fleece (Jay Trench) |
| I dress like I could have been Jesus |
| Walk with the thorns in my feet |
| Money gave me OCD |
| I stack up the racks, all neat |
| Your baby boy’s biting, they teethin' |
| SMA gold, I’ma feed them |
| Step outta line, I beat them |
| 'Cause you and your daddy not even |
| Yeah, I was just broke, this the millionaire flow |
| They wish they were me and I wish that they won’t |
| Do with that shit, nigga, stand on your own |
| I’m on my own, I can’t give a dog a bone, yeah |
| Where your racks like I stole them, bag up the dough, yeah |
| Demon mode, tryna sell me a soul, yeah |
| 2019, getting rich for the whole year |
| We eating good, no more rice at home, yeah |
| I make her soak, yeah, I get her wet-wet |
| Top, dome, neck-neck, coupe-coupe, 'Vette, bet |
| Don’t know 'bout that shoe spray, I still won’t protect it |
| N.E.R.D, yeah, I roll with a Tech Deck |
| I love a third eye, I know where you at |
| Just left Dubai, Rolls-Royce, back at the back |
| Hop on the flight, flight attendant know who I am |
| And she not my wife, she wanna smoke, yeah, she wanna pipe |
| How can she slap? |
| How can you slap? |
| How can she slap? |
| How can she slap? |
| Run up the racks, I ain’t goin' back to the trap |
| Hop on the stage, immediately go Mich Jack |
| These terrorist hoes tryna blow me like Iraq |
| Hopped on Earth, I wanna make more niggas wanna watch they back |
| It is what it is and it was what is was, this is this, this is that |
| No, I can’t go clueless, I’m in south like Ludacris |
| I sat down with Judas, you think I knew this? |
| Ride with a blue ting, causing a nuisance |
| All that talk, but you niggas just useless |
| I ain’t going outside, I ain’t going out stupid |
| African gene, yeah, talk with a toothpick |
| Skin never going away, can’t lose it |
| Verified in the streets, fuck a blue tick (Shit) |
| Count up the racks, make sure it’s all there |
| Young black and rich, got the racists scared |
| When I cry, nigga, got blood for tears |
| Money died and I can’t even think that I’ve failed |
| Food at the table, my niggas, we share |
| Fuck the charts, I’ma get a hit song this year |
| Big gelato, I don’t drink beer |
| I don’t wanna hear the word «sauce» in here |
| I ain’t tryna fuck, she tryna force me here |
| I want the dome, yeah, hands on her horse weave hair |