No Bars (Explicit)

I got brizzy on the beat he go crazy

What up Noc

Go crazy

What you workin' with

Workin' with

Yeah what you workin' with

Workin' with

Uh what you workin' with

You sure

Uh what you workin' with

Pay for this for this for this

Yeah

Get yo' bands up

Oh you ain't trickin' trickin'

I'ma hit yo' mans up

Cold clod cocky cocky fur in the summertime

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a

Know a fine

It's always in my business

JT what you really do

What

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool

Bing

I'm a real big dog dog

You a scrappy-doo

Doin' all that wifey knowin'

He don't with you

Poster girl girl girl in yo' dreams

I'ma hold a bust whoever in between

Bop

Gangster

Gangster JT Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps

Yeah they ain't said a thing

Said a thing

I'll be damned damned

You know who I am

Who I am

Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams

Yeah

Scams scams scams scams

On my

On my pretty like a transgender

Ow

Sit this

Sit this on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty flows up can't hop out

My coupe unless I lift the doors up

Ayy

Told my

Told my twin turbo V8 the motor

Skrrt

Self esteem drop every time I show up

Yeah

Yeah

Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five

Ice ayy

Shut Marni down for some furry slides

Sloppy

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies

Huh

Cop me chanel chanel thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid

Yeah

Crocodile birkin from the everglades

Yeah

And I ain't gotta do a 'em

Do a 'em

Do a 'em thing

I ain't gotta do 'em

Do 'em

A thing

A thing

A thing

Period

Told y'all I don't work jobs

I am a job

It's always in my business

Worried about what the

I got goin' on ho

It's city girl

Ho

Even when you think it ain't city girl

I'm a city girl girl girl girl

Second verse to you hatin' hatin' hatin' hatin'

Tired

Who get mad every time I strike a pose

I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes

Yep

Hood dressed like a weirdo

Huh

Run away now I'm steppin' in some runway

You can't with my on yo' birthday

Never

Free my real real real real

Corrlink and J-Pay

Free my

You gon' be home what the judge say

I'm low-key key key key

With my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype nah y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that give a who don't like me

It's grind time no flossin'

Let's get it

Pulled out the truck and put the porsche in

These tired they exhausted

Tired

Got tannin' for this dark skin dark skin

I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes

Bop bop bow

Yeah I'm really from them trenches

Pretty pretty

Lips make lips make

Cop syringes mwah

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