Lyrics No Debate - NAV, Young Thug

No Debate

Too much drip, I think we gotta fix the sink
Never know with Slime, he might just pull up in a mink
These stones got clarity, they twinkle and they twink (Twink, twink)
And they cost a little more than what you think (What you think)
Got an XO piece and it’s all glass (All glass)
Got my bitch a condo and a G-class (Vroom, vroom)
Any time I drop, I’m burnin' rubber (Burnin' rubber)
Bitch, I don’t wanna dance, I’m not a clubber (No, I’m not)
I’m ballin' like I got a triple-double (Swish, swish, swish)
Diamonds bitin', barkin', need a muzzle (Bling, bling)
Name a block, we’ll pull up and we’ll spray it
You can’t keep up with the smoke, there’s no debate
I don’t got a vibe I can’t replace (Vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (No cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (Slatt, woah)
I can have a nigga slime you out and that’s on satan (No cap)
I seen a baddie, then I caught her, Walter Payton (Woah)
Every single diamond on me wet, you can go skating (Woah)
I know niggas from XO, from Atlanta way to Vegas, yeah (Ayy)
Molly and codeine, I got to face it now (Hold on)
Take a bitch in the penthouse and turn it to a playground (Turn it up)
I got mink all over my boxers, I’m just pacing 'round
And that new Draco came with wood like a cabinet, yeah
I can tell you all about a Xanny, yeah
I took codeine, X pills, and them Addys, yeah
Old hundreds on me, I’m a granny, yeah (Old hundreds on me)
Stella McCartney all over her panties, yeah
Name a block, we’ll pull up and we’ll spray it
You can’t keep up with the smoke, there’s no debate
I don’t got a vibe I can’t replace (Vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (No cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (Slatt, woah)