Shad Fer - Phuck No (feat. BC Naps)

Every other day my brother tap me on the phone
Like how you got me selling all these pills and dope and coke alone
You need money right
And I know you don't like debt or go for loans
Let's get that money right
It just cost a couple dozen broken homes
And that don't sit well with me
Cause we ain't just gettin 'em stoned
Selling that green, blue, pink, yellow
Of course that Post Malone
Skrrrt and sped for that bread
Doing donuts for them scones
Sometimes we cross the line
Sometimes we kick down them cones
Turn them into jonesers
While we keepin up with the joneses
We used to call the gang the bonezone
We was rollin'
13 years old, feelin' brazen and emboldened
Hit my cousin up for the glock 'cause he owned them
Sellin kush in class
My boy told me buy a knife
My other boy just stabbed a gal
And he got 25 to life
Cause we ain't children, ain't minors
Ain't no more figuring it out
It's the streets, it's the prison
It's the dirt or living in a house
The day I finally hit my limit
Got me runnin hot in these streets
Normally I'd talk it out
Today I'm warring over that beef
Tryna buy a house out west
I should be selling drugs in the east
At the end of the day that ain't me
Should I give up and just sell some dope
Phuck no
Will I ever be a saint like the pope
Phuck no
Could I ever fall in love with a hoe
Phuck no
Can't ever be scared to tell 'em no
Phuck no
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I mean fuck no
Remember had them yota's
How I pulled up beamer truck though
Invite us to the function
Niggas bangin' at yo front door
Bricks all in the living room
We seal em' at the back though
He dropped the brick up in the pool
We swimmin' through the crack though
It's some bad lil' bitches
Told Chamar just go and mack those
Doin shows up in Miami
Broward County where it's at though
Get a bad lil' bitch to hold you down
Now that's a bad hoe
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Now that's a bad bitch
She a drug runner
Tell her go and sell that crack bitch
My nigga lost the pack
Im tired of pickin' up that slack bitch
Im tired of pickin' up that work
My uncle in the dirt
My grandad just left out the hearse
I know my momma hurtin
So I gave her ass some words and a purse
Gucci for the fit
She know her baby finna splurge
She know I got her back until the day I leave this Earth
Finally hit my limit
Got me runnin hot in these streets
Normally I'd talk it out
Today I'm warring over that beef
Tryna buy a house out west
I should be selling drugs in the east
At the end of the day that ain't me
Should I give up and just sell some dope
Phuck no
Will I ever be a saint like the pope
Phuck no
Could I ever fall in love with a hoe
Phuck no
Can't ever be scared to tell 'em no
Phuck no

Written by:
Ashton Francois, Rashad Ferguson

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