2LATE - No Fear (feat. Chosen)

My dawg took a loss
A bone for a toss
It is what it is (It is what it is)
My fams in the south
I'm running my mouth
I don't give a s**t (I don't give a s**t)
They asking they questions they already know
To see what I give (To see what I give)
I always finesse
Charging s**t up
Hunnit percent (Hunnit percent)
These n****s want smoke but can't handle loud
So I'm finna dip (Skrt skrt)
I ain't one to choke
Like Kob in the fourth
We all about to win (Whoosh)
I see my boy awn
I'm gon put him on
We're not talking cents (We're not talking cents)
But it always makes sense (Always makes sense)
Yeah it always makes cents (Thats a fact)
They getting to notice that I'm never sober
That I'm really loko (Loko)
I don't f**k with Cupid
The irony is
That pussy be a chokehold (Chokehold)
I'm rollin' wit Red he rollin' wit Mar
And he got the toaster (Toaster)
She blowin' my vibe
Why she in the stu
She doin' the most cuh (Doin the most cuh)
Could tell you were scared then
And you scared now
Whatchu gon do (Whatchu gon do)
Yeah I got a lightskin
I got a shooter
Both in my crew (Boom boom boom)
We packed up the grav
Turned fronto to grab
This s**t isn't new (S**t isn't new)
I got a new b***h
She flexible too
And she better than you (She better than you)
(Hey)

I just stuffed some b****es in the whip
A**es so fat almost didn't fit
In it for the flicks n then I dip
Ima get it
Thats on God
Thats on

(Chosen)
Shoutout to the plug
N***a he just came in clutch
I was in the cut and I probably smoked a blunt
Shorty cracked a dutch I was sweet n in a rush
First I made her blush
Then I made her come
I paint a perfect picture n***a
Something like a brush
Heard you out of touch n***a
Like you smokin' dust
I did it don't discuss it
Got liquor on my Rugby
Now we drinkin' bubbly
These n****s they don't touch me
Cus they know it get ugly
Said they wanna rush me
Some ladies wanna hug me
Some ladies wanna f**k me
I think I just got lucky
Yo my n***a trust me
You'll get this f****n money
If you know what I know
Than you in my team
Triple beam
Philippines
Trynna shoot a scene
Me I need a big bag
Leave you n****s big mad
Heard you smoking zig zags
Don't you tell me relax (Hey)

I just stuffed some b****es in the whip
A**es so fat almost didn't fit
In it for the flicks n then I dip
Ima get it
Thats on God
Thats on

We good
Go Home
We good
We grown
We good
Got our own
We good We good
We on (Yeah)

Written by:
Pablo Soberanis, William Tenorio

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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