Lyrics No Brain - SG Tip

No Brain

Let’s do it, yeah
A hundred racks a show, nigga
A hundred racks in the duffel (A hundred)
It’s time to count it up (I know)
I’m in your city just for one night (One night)
Bitch, I’m just tryna fuck
Put your ass on the block list (Block)
After I catch my nut (Rrr)
Fake-ass gangster made a diss song (Yeah)
I bet your tongue get cut
Look like your car from the Flintstones (Skrrt)
Bitch, you broke as fuck
Everywhere I go the gang with me (Gang)
Hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me (Grrt)
Thirteen with stain in it (Yeah)
Bentayga with no brains in it (Skrrt)
All my hoes get the same treatment (On God)
Bitch, you broke and bougie (Bougie)
Your nigga sad and losing (Yeah)
I got a new KelTec but I might use the Uzi (Brrt)
Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces (Drank)
A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing (Ha)
I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty (Yeah)
I got the pink Molly in, yes, I still get booted (Booted)
That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting (Huh?)
Three stripes on my clothes, bitch, yeah, it’s Gucci (Gucci)
Tom Ford lens on, I can see you choosing (Choosing)
She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
Can’t fall in love with no freak ho (Nah)
Bitch, my name ain’t Cupid
A hundred guns from the pawn shop (Yeah)
I can’t wait to use it
A hundred racks in the duffel (A hundred)
It’s time to count it up (I know)
I’m in your city just for one night (One night)
Bitch, I’m just tryna fuck
Put your ass on the block list (Block)
After I catch my nut (Rrr)
Fake-ass gangster made a diss song (Yeah)
I bet your tongue get cut
Look like your car from the Flintstones (Skrrt)
Bitch, you broke as fuck
Everywhere I go the gang with me (Gang)
Hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me (Grrt)
Thirteen with stain in it (Yeah)
Bentayga with no brains in it (Skrrt)
All my hoes get the same treatment (On God)
Dressed in Gucci, Fendi (Gucci)
Bitch, stay out my business (Business)
Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness (Nah)
This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies (Nah)
I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness (Yeah, yeah)
This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s (Nah)
Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking (Yeah)
Twenty racks to my shooter (My shooter)
Yeah, trappin' out an Uber (Skrrt)
Fuck your gang, I rep Bermuda (Gang)
Pull up wrong I just might shoot you (Buh)
Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
I made her suck it up (Yeah)
'Til her jaws lock (Yeah)
After this first nut, bitch, you goin' on call block (On God)
A hundred racks in the duffel (A hundred)
It’s time to count it up (I know)
I’m in your city just for one night (One night)
Bitch, I’m just tryna fuck
Put your ass on the block list (Block)
After I catch my nut (Rrr)
Fake-ass gangster made a diss song (Yeah)
I bet your tongue get cut
Look like your car from the Flintstones (Skrrt)
Bitch, you broke as fuck
Everywhere I go the gang with me (Gang)
Hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me (Grrt)
Thirteen with stain in it (Yeah)
Bentayga with no brains in it (Skrrt)
All my hoes get the same treatment (On God)