No Melody

Lyrics

[Intro] What? (Ayy, this is a Trademark production) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, DC, Mark, uh, ayy (Trademark) [Chorus] I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch, bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch, I still got the recipe Bitch, I feel like Mrs. Puff, they ain't testin' me I told Trademark, "Cook a beat with no melody" Stay with that heat, are you stupid, Penelope? I'm on a roll, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke bitch, I came with that Ellen piece [Verse 1] Wait, bitch, hold up, red dot him Pew-pew, huh, headshot him (Boom) Uh, pop out, red bottoms Uh, whole gang solid Ayy, seen him in the beam, got him (Baow) Uh, forty gon' run in his wallet Ayy, said he pulling up, highly doubt it Pop out that cut with that whatchamacallit (Yoom) Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum No, bitch, I don't trip, I'm allergic to falling Shoutout to Mo city, I keep me a rocket If he talking loud, we gon' get out of pocket These rap niggas suck, all they moves, I'ma mock it (What?) Uh, if you speak to twelve, nigga, stop it Uh, take it to the grave, then lock it (Bitch) Uh, cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket [Refrain] Wait, walk in this bitch They gon' walk on my dick (What) Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch (Bust, bust) [Bridge] I know she freaky, she wanna get deaky, I tell her, "Get lost", in this bitch (Freaky) I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra, we finna lift off in this bitch (Skrrt) [Refrain] Wait, walk in this bitch They gon' walk on my dick (What) Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch (Bust, bust) [Verse 2] Did it three times like The Hangover Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober It ain't over 'til big DC say it's over Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover Girl, it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy Ask that to Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me (Yeah) Ice wet, Dasani, we over the Fiji Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving? I don't know if I'm Abel, I feel like The Weeknd (What?) Uh, pop up out the bushes, creepin' (Pew) Uh, put him on the 'Gram, leakin' (He gone) Uh, in the full minivan, geekin' (Skrrt) [Chorus] I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch, bring that neck to me (Bitch) Krusty Krab shit, bitch, I still got the recipe Bitch, I feel like Mrs. Puff, they ain't testin' me (Ha) I told Trademark, "Cook a beat with no melody" Stay with that heat, are you stupid, Penelope? I'm on a roll, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke bitch, I came with that Ellen piece (Dyke) [Verse 3] Strapped with that nine, bitch, I'm goin' insane Bro gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain (Baow, baow, baow) You still think that you good just because of your name? Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain (Give me that shit, stupid) Bitch, I'm on my LaVar, told him stay in his lane Get him out of this bitch, he ain't really with gang You wasn't with the kid when I was broke wearing Hanes It's a difference between organic niggas and lames Going dragon mode, nose blowing out hella flames It don't matter though, I got immune to propane Pockets fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne On my mama, ho, like a lion, this shit can't be tamed (Fact) Finna make DC F. Baby my name Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I'll buy out the plane You still wanna be here, but this shit ain't the same Fuck this industry shit, I want money, no fame, bitch (Pussy ass) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, ayy (Let's go) Better come at me proper (Bitch) In the hills, eating steak with the lobster (What?) It ain't shit to send a nigga to the doctor (Ta-ha) Dumbass nigga (Bye) Bitch (He out of there, stupid) Ta-ha, what? (Dummy, dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga)