Young Thug, Birdman - No No No lyrics

No ooo oh rich Gang
Thugger (No ooo oh) thugger Baby (Ahh)
No oo oh (Rich Gang, Ha)
We got London on the track (Hey)

No, no, no no, no, no
No, no, no no, no, no
I won't live it up until I leave
You can’t sweep my flyness like no witch
Wassup Nipsey, I got keys to the city
All of my bitches tell me I'm the realest

(Uh uh, uh uh) , boy you
Not runnin' (Oh no, no, no)
(Uh uh Uh uh) , Tummy no stomachs (Oh no, no)
Gold no mummy (Oh no, no)
My racks are lettuce, my kush are onions
(Oh no no, woo) i'm gon' always say yes to
My bitch never no no
I think that her pussy is
Tight cuz she pigeon-toed (And)
I know all my diamonds are
Water because they soaked (And)
I might take that bitch out for
Martyr all cuz she spoke
Stand up Harriet Tubman!
Stand up, what's her deal? no sub band
Bitch, I'm high off substance
I'm a bee plus I am buzzin'

No, no, no no, no, no
No, no, no no, no, no
I won't live it up until I leave
You can't sweep my flock bitch like my weeds
What's up, Nipsey? I got keys to the city
I'll love my bitch and tell
Me I know feelings

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never wanna be average (Uh, uh)
All I wanna do is see Gladys
Never wanna see backwards
All I ever did wanna just see baggage
Never wanna ever be "daddy"
Never ever wanna be my daddy
All I ever did and wanna be (And what)
And all I ever wanna be was him (And what)
See I played in this game, and
I laid in this game
All I ever wanna see was gems
So I sure a nigga get stacks
Pretty Benz with the tinted rims
Big money nigga 100 stacks (Big racks)
Bad bitches in them new backs (Big woah)
Guns up nigga fuck friends (Click click)
A 100 niggas in a 100 Benzs

No, no, no no, no, no
No, no, no no, no, no
I won't live it up until I leave
You can't sweep my flock bitch like my weeds
Wassup Nipsey, I got keys to the city
I'll love my bitch and tell
Me I know feelings