Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Reason, artist - Lil Gnar.
Date of issue: 19.05.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Reason |
I’m goin' up, up, I’m so high right now |
That moon rock is on me, not tryna come down |
I know I’m 'posed to be signed right about now |
Thanks for the lookin' out |
(Run-Run-Run that shit the fuck back!) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Cook up, Mook |
Yeah, slime |
Turn up, slime ball |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
I don’t tote that strap for no reason |
My shoes came straight out of Neimans |
My diamonds, they hittin' and blingin' |
My old, she still tryna please me (Brr-brr) |
She call, I let that shit ring (Hang up) |
Switchin' them lanes in a Demon |
I’m havin' |
all season |
I’m goin' up, up, I’m so high right now |
That moon rock is on me, not tryna come down |
I know I’m 'posed to be signed right about now |
Thanks for the lookin' out (Thank you, thank you) |
Stayed down, nigga, ten toes |
Get the drop like a demo |
Draco make 'em limbo |
Beat the pot like I’m Kimbo |
So rest in peace to Kimbo |
With OG’s |
Slime in the cut with a .44 |
He’ll switch, hit your whole photo, but baby |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
You thought you was squid? Get hit with the SIG |
You know it’s slime biz, you know what it is |
Get hit with the dick, Montana won’t miss |
Damn, I came a long way |
They tried to clone me, she tryna foreplay |
Me and my homies |
Know we gon' burn up, you know we gon' turn up |
Get hit with that burner |
And I’m screaming |
hangin' with |
Drac’s pull off, we run to McDonald’s |
We stuffin' them grams in a Backwood |
I double back, she was that good |
And the Ac' make me feel good |
Call-Call-Call it the way that I see it |
She wanna give me a kiss |
I told her to swallow my kids |
I hope she forgive what we did |
Baby, I am not ordinary |
Lie, don’t care who tell it |
She give me her heart like it’s February |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) |
I don’t tote this strap for no reason |
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy |
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney |
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) |