Mavrik - No Mas

How you scream I am a beast up in the streets I'm loca
Fresh quarter keys got what you need just
Add it up (add it up)
Don't let 'em up
Ain't had enough
Said you done fucked up fucked up yeah
We bout to set it off

Hide the boi cuz he been swarming with the burner
I pull up yeah I pull up here with some shit you never of p
Count these riches ask ya mistress rub me up to get three wishes
Thank me now or thank me later either way it makes no difference
Color purple when we stomp down in that gold
It's ova
Look up in the air you'll think it ain't fair when you get hit mortars
Cop a pound n smoke while sit back n reload it
Under trees i quick with scoping no defeat I keep it going salute my squad we say ok
Fresh no burner we hop out I had em vibing out
Hot sauce on my wrist with this tk I'll put ya fire
Out
Bogard up ya block in a take down like we go down a opp
You can't say you incredible without saying its wild n out

I said There that nigga go

you done fucked (damn) (ooh)
Yeah you done fucked up
Caught you lacking walk down thorough bread tryna act tuff
Choppy hit ya spleen spaghetti legs we don't pass up
Swerving up and down you block to show you we gas it up
In the prime time invented the system of missions watch me go rip it expensive like fine wine
Fortifying the visions I held onto on to possibly mortifying up ya to time line
cuz I body a verse with the lyrics I'm facing and push it harder like it's grind time
But you know it's on my time
I said no cap
Jumping from cadence to cadence versing all you dummies to see who goin walk it out
Double on down on the rule I'm a king while I sit on my throne so I'm basically popping out
But don't call me you homie I swear don't know me you Niggas is phony you acting baloney
Outside with the realist I call em my Brodie
I'm cruising and dashing was up to the old me
Hi

Written by:
Michael Higgs, Sean Erby

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