Yung Tact - No Reason
Ride round blowing that OGShit coming in so im lowkey
Last licc made about 2 bands
Got Clucks for the white
Like the Ku Klan
Mikes number 2
Ima a true fan
Couple bites coming thru
Do a few hands
Hit the highway find a new land
Met a lil bitch with a spray tan
Got work at her crib like its maintenance
Told her money coming in
Be patient
Said we gone ball out like peja
Sto-yaki
Hit the gas and I'm mashing at top speed
Spendin cash so fast u cant stop me
Getting cream and its feeling like a ponzi
Keep it saucy
Yo you lost me
With all of the Fu shit
Nothing to do just hustle and music
Rap what I do
Its a simple solution
We can go ruthless
Creep on a come up
For the love of the money
Trap sun down to sun up
We gotta get one up
On the competition
The mission is millions
So what is the difference
The fame or the rich
I'll pass on the glitz
Just give me the chips
And im out we can dip
I doubt u could skip
Or just step in my nikes
Some of you dudes
Is not meant for the life
Blue flame the clique
Yo Its fire and Ice
Kief gang and meth lab
It aint nothing nice
Shout out the niggaz that making it happen
Yo Get up and get it
We stay with the action
Whip it we whip it we cooked up a batch
Flooded the block
Coming straight out the lab
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash up to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash stacked to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash up to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash stacked to the ceiling
We gone be alright
I hope that we okay
Mixed lil lean wit the Sprite
Loud with a lil bit yae
We gone be Aiiiiight
Sitting court side like spike
Same nigga still sell white
Same niggaz steal yo wife
Lame nigga end yo life
When u see me coming down
In the thang on Vogues
Nigga I paid the price
My neck my wrist my bitch on froze
Shit stone cold I'm ice man
And the flow so nice
They tried to bite
But couldn't quite get that right
So I switched it up told em bih keep up
Everyday I'm kiefy
Rollin up am to pm
Monday thri the weekend
If u not coughing u cheatin
I was thinking
We can come up on cash asap
Tried to leave it all behind but game keep callin me back
Cuz I got Clientele from Michigan 2 chitown
Nigga hit me up like homie I need a bag now
Roll one roll two Doobie of that Og
Or that Sour diesel
All them bitches know me
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash up to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash stacked to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash up to the ceiling
Boss up for no reason
When I flex
These niggaz catch feelings
Cuz I made a little money
Off the white girl
Now my cash stacked to the ceiling
Written by:
Ronnie Mathews
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