Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More, artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Song language: English
No More |
| I just put three-five in the Backwood, this shit smoking |
| I ain’t gon' lie, it got a nigga chokin' |
| I’m on all these drugs, got me movin' in slow motion |
| Don’t think a nigga slippin', bitch, you trippin', I be focused |
| I came from the block, it was a lot of pistol totin' |
| I came from the house, you hit the lights, you see the roaches |
| Whole hood told me I was gon' be that golden, chosen |
| I came from the bottom, bitch, stop actin' like you know me |
| You talkin' like you 'bout it, pussy nigga gotta show me |
| Shawty creepin' like a mamba but he shootin' like he Kobe |
| Doug say he just booked a show, I told him put it on the Rollie |
| Quaylo just say he straight, told my nigga that’s for surely |
| I’m living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby |
| Turned to an addict, baby, now I’m a savage |
| Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby |
| Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic |
| 'Member when the sun ain’t shine over here |
| I swear now I don’t see the rain no more |
| I don’t see the rain no more |
| I don’t feel the same pain no more |
| Yeah, heartbroken, all the killers I lost |
| We giggle 'bout 'em when them niggas get off |
| Look how my driller got off |
| Tear up the mall, we don’t care what it cost |
| Bitch, I used to get my drip out of Ross, it was embarassing |
| Granny used to take us to school, that’s how they caravan |
| Hated being broke, I’m selling boxes of Airheads |
| That’s first grade, fourth and fifth grade, seen it kick in |
| That’s when shit changed, by the sixth grade, dope game, stuck on cocaine |
| Pigs know me by my whole name, this is folk’s game |
| Mama know I gotta run away to serve 'em dope chains |
| You don’t know no pain 'til your brother 'nem get smoked, man |
| AndI got whatever, bring my lil' niggas home, man |
| You know how we operate, obligated he gon' gang |
| You know how we operate, obligated from close range |
| Rappin' ass niggas ain’t active, they goin' both ways |
| Wide bodied bulletproof truck takin' up both lanes |
| I’m living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby |
| Turned to an addict, baby, now I’m a savage |
| Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby |
| Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic |
| 'Member when the sun ain’t shine over here |
| I swear now I don’t see the rain no more |
| I don’t see the rain no more |
| I don’t feel the same pain no more |