Woodah - No Melody (feat. BK & Jay Cartier)

Hop on the beat get it jumping like toad
Said you gon kill me but nigga you froze
I fuck on yo bitch three times in a row
Reggie my nigga shout out to the bro
When we link up it’s money and hoes
I’m not your average or typical joe
Nigga don’t reach cuh imma expose
Rondo my nigga he up in the trap
Bandz my shooter I know he gon clap
Turk got the Draco right in his lap
Kobe real crazy he shootin like pap
Tank he my rider he shoot out the back
LA gon ride I know that’s a fact
Nigga don’t plot get caught like a pass
My niggas shootin we get on yo ass
I don’t wanna feature cuh nigga you trash
Yea that nigga trash
Niggas gon shoot
Right thru yo cap
Move wit sum pounds
We taking yo pack
Y’all niggas runnin
Just like a track
Gotta get money
I love the racks
Ouu damn
She fuckin it up
She throwing it back
She fuckin wit me
Cuh I gotta stack
Shoot out the back
Wit Tex’s n macs
Lil boujee bitch
Don’t got no class
She let me hit it
I don’t gotta ask
Pass her to bro
I know he gon smash
Hop on the beat
You know imma spazz
I’m fuckin ya shorty with ease nigga
I’m like 1000 degrees nigga
Cheddar I’m stacking the cheese nigga
I’m all the way up I can’t see niggas
They say I’m sick like I sneezed nigga
Like a disease nigga
I Got your main squeeze on her knees nigga
I didn’t say please nigga
What?
I hear that lil talking speak up
I’m just tryna ball like the Bucks
Icy like hockey no puck
All skill no luck
When I’m wearing my chain that shit never tucked
She back it up like a truck
She said I’m all in her guts
She love it
But she know I’m not cuffin
Then I fuck on her friend and her cousin
I’m heating up like an oven
You niggas be capping you need to adjust it
Tryna run up these bands with my brothers
You run up and Bandz gonna up it
And then we don’t discuss it
I know I’m always gone eat
I do this shit in my sleep
I spend your check every week
I’m not even hitting my peak
We don’t turn the other cheek
We make the turn up your street
Shawty bad on fleek
When I’m in it she turn to a freak
Bitch
Back in school, I'm getting wrote up
Need the money what's the hold up
Yeah I'm from the Tre
But I'm pouring fours up
She see the money and claim she want closure
Not tryna talk but I'm fucking her throat up
Leaving no witness
Shoutout Jehovah
Stay high as hell, they think that I'm sober
Used to feel cold, now I feel colder
Used to get blowed, now I just roll up
With a couple niggas keeping Canons like photos
Prolly have your shirt covered in Rojo
Why these niggas on my dick like a low blow
Why she tryna fuck I'm telling her oh no
Running back for more she look like a yoyo
I be bouncing with the stick like a pogo
Niggas play games but I beat that ass solo
I be smoking on that tree nigga
Fucking yo bitch with the team nigga
Pockets busting out the seem nigga
Balling harder than Kareem nigga
Chop you up with triple beams nigga
Aretha Franklin make it sing nigga
Hot boxing with the fiends nigga
I be chilling with the team nigga

Written by:
Bk ., Jay Cartier, Will Comer

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