YungBoy Pay$on - NO CHORUS

Yeah, yeah
YB
Imma give rap everything that I got
Your bitch is dirty and cannot give top
I threw the sign
An she still won't stop
Found a new bitch and she's got a lot
Big scopes on that ass red with the dot
I don't like you cause you like to talk
You talk on the gang
You catching a block
You fuck with the fam
Line you up with chalk
I do not advice for you to cross
Especially on me cause I am the boss
I feel like Rick the one with the Ross
You threw out the hate like a bad toss
This my fourth track that I run across
Oh you didn't get that
Well that's your loss
Ain't fucking with the opp
Pull up to your spot
Hit you make you drop
Do the belly flop, cut you like the crop Chopper going to cap his ass
Like a new top, man I gotta stop
I'm with your bitch
An she on my cock
Enjoying her time
Don't look at the clock
Making a movie making her bedrock
You back at home
Crying with a hard sock
Do I need a chorus? Nah
Oh we got a fake ass bitch
Little dumb ass bitch
Old bum ass bitch
This song going to make you
My son little bitch
I didn't mean to take it that far but
You asked for the smoke
So you got the cigar
Imma rock out without a guitar
Still coming out a goddamn rockstar
I'm on the bike and you in the sidecar
Left you your bitch
Cause she was a biter
Your supposed to be my only rider
I guess you like being the divider
Now you sitting there
A lonely outsider but
You still hear it
When I'm going inside her
I am not someone
Who likes to be tamed
None of this shit
Will leave me ashamed
This beat with my words
Shit be on flamed
You ain't as bad as you have claimed
Not gonna lie I think you the same
I think you a lame
I do not fuck with the bitch
You've became
I sure do hope the old you, you reclaim
The person I've been I will remain
It's not that hard to not complain
It won't hurt me to leave you in pain
Go against the gang
You gotta be insane
Where did he go? What?
It's hard to explain

Written by:
Preston Powell

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