Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Face No Case, artist - RJmrLA.
Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
No Face No Case |
Lost a few friends and some enemies |
Got some in the pen and they full of ink |
They gossiping again, I know how niggas think |
When I’m hopping out the Benz |
I might get a lil' 'noid when I’m driving by the boys |
But everybody got a choice |
Boy, you know you gotta have poise |
I’m the boy and the pockets on 'roids |
Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet |
You fucking with me, can’t be fucking for free |
Don’t fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet |
Bitch, don’t throw shade on me, ho, I’m something to see |
And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller |
My heater nine milla, wood grip with no splinter |
You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer |
You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya |
I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop |
When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the lose |
Had stripes on me too, I’m thinkin' what I’ma do |
Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit? |
Ain’t no face, ain’t no case |
No DA’s, wasted away, hold on |
(You know you done fucked up right?) |
Call my lawyer |
(Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?) |
I got nothin' for ya |
(Come on, they call you «Juice», we know you know where the guns at) |
Call my lawyer |
(We know it’s one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers) |
I got nothin' for ya |
(You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on) |
I ain’t got nothing for you flat-footed Johnnies |
I can’t hop out running 'cause my pants was on tightly |
Thought about bussin' cause this handheld excite me |
And pigs kill clear as day, do that shit nightly |
I’m irie, tripping on shit but a flight seat |
Mind be all up in the mix like a nine-piece |
Sirens, louder than the bitch right behind me |
My crimey showed me how to fish like a Pisces |
This might be the perfect time to use my fundamentals |
I think I’m militant because my grandpa was a general |
License, registration, still they treat me like a criminal |
Want me step out, so I hop out, lock my keys up in the middle |
Shit real, need a search warrant just to see how it feels |
Calling my lawyer before I’m calling my girl |
I ain’t got shit for your dog to come smell |
I ain’t taking no L’s, I ain’t worried 'bout bail |
Ain’t no face, ain’t no case |
No DA’s, wasted away, hold on |
(You're making it very difficult for us RJ, come on, stop fuckin' around) |
Call my lawyer |
(The fuck you mean, call your lawyer? We’re gonna call him in a minute, |
let us know what the fuck you know) |
I got nothin' for ya |
(Stop fucking around man, we know you know where the fuckers at) |
Call my lawyer |
(You ain’t gon' give us nothin' huh, that’s how you wanna fuckin' play it?) |
I got nothin' for ya |
(Fuck it, lets drop his ass off at 118th and Avalon CT got somethin' for that |
ass, hahahaha) |