Zaratti - NO GO

I got niggas who gon' roll, you better rock it out
Let's make a play, we don't need accounts I bring orders, fuck the law, so who we leavin
out
He try to snake me for some bowls, but we gon' weed him out

My tester hit the bag, said he gon' sleep it out
I don't do no dope, but I might hit the drink And I don't conversate with tellers, less
I'm at the bank He a man down for tryin' to up his rank
This ain't a game, I'ma squeeze into that ratchet clank

This a lemon squeeze, I'm tryna pop his melon We the mob, you just hang around broke felons
Boy, I stay a step ahead, I feel like that's so raven
Said you had weight for the streets, but you left us waitin
I caught feelings for the money, I'm a lover, man

Baby, I don't owe you shit, that's your other man
Trappin' off the fifth floor, I feel like Brother Man
This that Apu, thank you, come again You still playin' with the trees, we make the
snow fall When the load touch down, just say the hoes

call She just wanna party, take your nose off
Unc, I know your money hit, you bet not doze off
They ask me how I did it, told them lick by lick
I built Rome in one day, did it brick by brick What's power to a shooter with a hundred hits

Riq super bad with the Glock, he McLovin' it
Can't get a 20 out my pocket, ho, I'm dubbing it
We caught him out of bounds, his man subbin' in
It's the reason why they won't come to the club again

Choppa make the hardest nigga dancin', do the runnin', man
Keep runnin', keep runnin
I'll pop Freddy Krueger in my night, man
Slide on my opps when it's dark, give him night terrors

Catch a round, tryna box, he tryna fight fears
Now he fightin' for his life, leave him right there
Kick a nigga wide down, we don't fight fair
If I ever fed you game, grab a high chair

Grab the shades, it's my year, it's the light, yeah
Leave him stiff in a box, buzz light, year
If you wanna play with toys, gon' be a sad story
Your kid won't know his dad and he can't ask Maury

I told him give me everything, except the backstory
Feel like I did his ass a favor, cause yo trap boring
You had a dollar and a dream, but ain't make the call
I had some rocks and a fiend, I'ma make it ball

Nigga, you gon' get a brick or you gon' make em all
Dribble on a opp, don't make me shake em all

Written by:
Maeceo Davis

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