Iayze, sadboyshaq - say no more! lyrics
[Iayze, sadboyshaq - say no more! lyrics]
Say no more just know that I can’t go
Four bands for a Moncler coat
Baby, that’s four bands just for a lil coat
Gettin’ older, mama say I’m gettin’ old
Say I’m goated
Sorry that’s just what I’m told
Say you gettin’ money, okay I suppose
They done got me in that mode
They done got me in that mode
It go like rule one
I will never switch up on my niggas
If you gotta pull your gun
Then shoot that bitch
'cause we ain’t playin’ victim
Racks on his head, go get him
Chopper filled with lead, it done hit him
I’m a big bread winner
He’s a head shot catcher
Got a couple dead niggas
I just hope that God gon’ bless ‘em
Racks enough for them to catch ‘em
Lame nigga shouldn’ta did all of that flexin’
(They done got me in that mode)
(They done got me in that mode) say no more
Just know that I can’t go
Four bands for a Moncler coat
Baby, that’s four bands just for a lil coat
Gettin’ older, mama say I’m gettin’ old
Choppa on my body, baby, yeah
You know I tote
Me and you we not the same, nigga
No it’s not close nigga, you act like a joke
But be fiendin’ on the low
556 rip through his clothes
No choppa layin’, I’m a flip it, oh
Nigga get turned to a victim
ARP gon’ blick ‘em
Bullets marinatin’ in yo’ system
Gon’ assume that nigga dead, he went missin’
Nigga was really in my comment section
Me and Jace, we gon’ kill ‘em
Get yo’ cards, bitch, I’ma deal ‘em
Spirit Bomb just like I’m Krillin
Off this shit I make a killin’
And I’ve been really on the other
Side for the most part
Why the fuck you spend the time
To get out of your car?
I’m really tryna go the stars
Me and Jace in the Bentley goin’ far
Four bands for a Moncler coat
Baby, that’s four bands just for a lil coat
Gettin’ older, mama say I’m gettin’ old
Say I’m goated
Sorry that’s just what I’m told
Say you gettin’ money, okay I suppose
They done got me in that mode
They done got me in that mode
It go like rule one
I will never switch up on my niggas
If you gotta pull your gun
Then shoot that bitch
'cause we ain’t playin’ victim
Racks on his head, go get him
Chopper filled with lead, it done hit him
I’m a big bread winner
He’s a head shot catcher
Got a couple dead niggas
I just hope that God gon’ bless ‘em
Racks enough for them to catch ‘em
Lame nigga shouldn’ta did all of that flexin’
(They done got me in that mode)
(They done got me in that mode) say no more
Just know that I can’t go
Four bands for a Moncler coat
Baby, that’s four bands just for a lil coat
Gettin’ older, mama say I’m gettin’ old
Choppa on my body, baby, yeah
You know I tote
Me and you we not the same, nigga
No it’s not close nigga, you act like a joke
But be fiendin’ on the low
556 rip through his clothes
No choppa layin’, I’m a flip it, oh
Nigga get turned to a victim
ARP gon’ blick ‘em
Bullets marinatin’ in yo’ system
Gon’ assume that nigga dead, he went missin’
Nigga was really in my comment section
Me and Jace, we gon’ kill ‘em
Get yo’ cards, bitch, I’ma deal ‘em
Spirit Bomb just like I’m Krillin
Off this shit I make a killin’
And I’ve been really on the other
Side for the most part
Why the fuck you spend the time
To get out of your car?
I’m really tryna go the stars
Me and Jace in the Bentley goin’ far