Hip-Hop/Rap
No Relations
by Matti Baybee
Release Date:
2014-08-01
Lyrics
Prod.Zaytoven&Akachi&BHeavy
Ayy, I’m in the spot with Zaytoven
Y'all already know what the **** goin' on
Ayy, h-h-heard niggas say they was ****in' with me, niggas capped out they mind (Gang)
What the **** was they thinkin'? (Niggs not ****in' with me)
Got niggas mad ‘cause I’m countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation
6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas
Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian
Cut that bitch off we don’t have no relation, y’all niggas dick ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation
Might **** up the nation (Might **** up-)
Our trip be y’all niggas vacation (C'mon)
Niggas half of my size, if he tryna run up, I’ma beat that boy ass ain't no placement
Link up Max, the twin threw me the lob
That bitch top me so good, give her 5 star rating
Brand new crib the community gated
I **** bitches of all kind of races (C'mon)
Shit I’m talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six figures, y’all not tryna go there
Bitch all I rock is designer, I’m stepping in Marni, I told the lil' bitch, "These is Mohairs"
I’m sippin' purple, no Bonnie
I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' shit out the program
Beam on the Glock, this shit godly
Your bitch sucking dick just like soccer, she ain’t using no hands (Sit back), gang
Evil Empire
You already know what it is, pussy
Pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break
Ayy-Ayy
This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo)
I **** model hoes, why is you testing me?
I get geeked out my body excessively
.44 Bulldog, gon’ shoot, I ain’t wrestling
Need to pay me a bag to get next to me
Block that hoe once a day, she be stressing me
I just ****ed on your hoe accidentally
30 rounds in this chop, you get 10 a piece
We got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do? (Bitch)
I got more ****in' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt)
Lil' twin ready to spill like some ****in' juice
Had to get off the pills 'cause I **** with Juice
Richer than all my idols, can't ****in' lose
Niggas can't run a mile up in these shoes
Niggas love actin' wild, they never do shit
I got niggas that's dyin' to run into you
Have my twin throw a bomb like Cam Newton
You ain’t talkin' no bag then I can’t do it
I don’t gotta talk shit, let the fans do it
I can't peep that boy shit, had to glance through it
That's yo lil' bitty bitch? Niggas ran through it
He had money before he advanced
VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been shittin' on niggas, they ain’t have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop)
Gang, all of my bitches be grown
Don’t know what these nigga on
I’ve been the one since I came out
I’m back in my zone, time to put these nigga on
.4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone
Bitch I got it on my own
I’m rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' shit with Chrome
I'm Mr. Put-This-Shit-On
**** from the back, got that bitch recitin' all my songs
N-N-Nigga with me, watch your tone
Most of these niggas that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along
I-I-I walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, nigga I be all alone
Most of the niggas I’m ridin' with be in the field, nigga you be on the phone (Pussy, brr)
Gang
