Lil No - Model Bitch

2 4 6 8 you can hate on my gang
But it's okay, cuz you can't hang
Nah I don't want your fucking chain
That shit looks fake anyways
I'm getting chips, Frito-lays
You still living section 8 I'm standing somewhere on the bay
Foreign bitch feeding me grapes, yes this life I'm livings great
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane on a hot and sunny day
Baby bring me lemonade, n I ain't gotta persuade
She a Model Bitch she taller so I'm staring at her legs
Fuck the opposition make a move I'm airing ya out
They locked me down but soon enough they'll be letting me out
N once I'm 10 toes down I'll be back to the Town
Fredo in the sky I pray to God that I'm making him proud
Thinking of the streets, dreaming of making it out
N if he speaking on the gang put that thang in his mouth
I'm really from the block, why you think I'm loaded with clout?
I got my finger on the trigger finger banging it out
N you won't ever do a thing if you say that you can't
I'm the big bad wolf and yous a lil' ass ant
I'm the man where I stand, and your ass just a fan
I point the pistol at a pussy make him piss in his pants
Only fuck with my fam cuz we one of the same
Cropping lames out the circle, readjusting the frame
A-1 since day 1 I only fuck with my gang
They gave a few my brothers life but they never gone change
They tried to close Lil No out just because of my age
The way they got us shackled up it reminds me of slaves
I was blind broke and bummy I remember the days
N now I'm chasing after chicken like I'm stuck in a maze
My brothers tried to save me when I was stuck in my ways
I sat it down, stayed solid, did the time for my case
Your held accountable for every decision you make
It ain't bout the chances given it's the ones that you take
All this knowledge in my head it helps me see through the fake
But if he tellin then he tellin, I can't give him a break
Chasing commas on my mamma free me out of this cage
I'm okay but no way I ain't never gon' change
2 4 6 8 you can hate on my gang
But it's okay, cuz you can't hang
Nah I don't want your fucking chain
That shit looks fake anyways
I'm getting chips, Frito-lays
You still living section 8 I'm standing somewhere on the bay
Foreign bitch feeding me grapes, yes this life I'm livings great
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane on a hot and sunny day
Baby bring me lemonade, n I ain't gotta persuade
She a Model Bitch she taller so I'm staring at her legs
2 4 6 8 you can hate on my gang
But it's okay, cuz you can't hang
Nah I don't want your fucking chain
That shit looks fake anyways
I'm getting chips, Frito-lays
You still living section 8 I'm standing somewhere on the bay
Foreign bitch feeding me grapes, yes this life I'm livings great
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane on a hot and sunny day
Baby bring me lemonade, 'n I ain't gotta persuade
She a Model Bitch she taller so I'm staring at her legs

Written by:
Noah W

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