No Pardens

Lyrics

[Intro: DC2Trill] (Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?) (Bass Kids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga) Damn Damn Yeah, yeah Damn [Chorus: DC2Trill] What the fuck got into these niggas? I done got into some chicken Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it Now I'm stuck with this Trissy She with me at LIV, he livid I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings I'm the 2T man, I'm serious Send 'em to pillage a village She came from Trinity Garden Came to Hollywood, she a starlet I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons [Verse 1: DC2Trill] Stackin' my kit, not supplyin' Pull up, I'm pressure-applyin' Don't do Philipp Plein Decline niggas, I'm on my grind I showed that one lil' type of nigga, she ignored the signs (Ignored them) These niggas light on they blue strips, I'm stackin' mine I done passed up that lil' rabbit, I took my time What the fuck got into these niggas? I'm goin' into these millions I ain't goin' in, I ain't finished New Icebox, ain't rented Ice tray for my K, ice tray all these bitches All this shit exquisite All these hoes the littest All the bros, they with it I got into KeKe I got into blue strips, then I did a repeat Few times I was fucked up, I did a 360 Get them glizzies touched up, then I send some blitzes I will not make her mine, Lil' Moe just need him a Patek I double up for the static She do no classy, she ratchet Turnt up all my peers, real Bloomin, not no Pack Fish Icebox both my ears, tell me where your cash went What the fuck happened to your fetti? What the fuck happened to these cats? I stay locked and ready, ain't no lookin' back Converse with soldiers, you won't catch me with no rats Thought he got over 'til I sent he bullshit packs [Chorus: DC2Trill] What the fuck got into these niggas? I done got into some chicken Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it Now I'm stuck with this Trissy She with me at LIV, he livid I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings I'm the 2T man, I'm serious Send 'em to pillage a village She came from Trinity Garden Came to Hollywood, she a starlet I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons [Verse 2: G.T.] Ayy, please don't get me started, you know them boys ain't hittin' they targets Off a G6 in a GT, V12 sound just like a harlot Me and DC, we just drunk a pint, feel like an alcoholic I'm glad I betted on myself, I took my chips and I went all in You broke, is you slow or what? Tell me what you call it And the stash house got so many dead men, it's haunted (Brr) And the way we burnt they fuckin' town down, we left wanted (Yeah, for real) Please don't ever hit my line if you don't want it (For real) You never open up the spot, the line around the corner (For real) I ain't rockin' no chain (For real) A hundred fifty plain jane, left wrist hall of fame (Phew, phew, brr) Lookin' in the mirror, told myself, "Get the cake" They ain't gon' believe you 'til you put it in they face (Ayy) I'ma put it in they face, ayy [Chorus: DC2Trill] What the fuck got into these niggas? I done got into some chicken Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it Now I'm stuck with this Trissy She with me at LIV, he livid I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings I'm the 2T man, I'm serious Send 'em to pillage a village She came from Trinity Garden Came to Hollywood, she a starlet I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons