No A/C

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh? Yuh, yuh, what, yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Bitch, go, go, go [Chorus] No A/C, I pull up with heat Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth There's no way that I could talk cheap Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's I got the Gucci, they all on my feet I am the nigga that you wanna be [Verse 1] I keep the racks, inside all my jeans Smokin' gas, feel like I got wings I got the life that you niggas dream Hi-Tech, I'll sleep off the lean Water diamonds, the wet like a stream 10K a piece, spent that on my ring Playin' with us, get hit with the beam IceWater Gang, you know that's my team Diego Money, I come from the streets Saying ya need picks, okay, we can meet I be juugin' every day of the week Smokin' on Sharpie, you know that I'm geeked Pull up on you if you think this shit sweet Fuckin' yo' bitch inside of the suite Real nigga, I can't do a tweet Pull up with choppas if niggas want beef [Chorus] No A/C, I pull up with heat Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth There's no way that I could talk cheap Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's I got the Gucci, they all on my feet I am the nigga that you wanna be [Verse 2] Keep a long clip, drive the foreign whip Flexin' too hard, I need me a membership New Mase', it look like a spaceship Look at yo' bitch, she like how the ice drip Pull up on you, just like I'm a Lyft Run up on me, got the fire on my hip Wrap you up like a motherfuckin' gift IceWater, .42, let it rip I'm sippin' on lean, ain't drinkin' no beer All designer, I don't shop at no thrift Fuckin' these bitches, I feel like a pimp Smokin' on cookie, I'm high as a blimp I flex on these niggas, these niggas some shrimps Ballin' hard, I don't need a gym Fuckin' yo' bitch and I put it on film [Chorus] No A/C, I pull up with heat Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth There's no way that I could talk cheap Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's I got the Gucci, they all on my feet I am the nigga that you wanna be