No More PUA

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, bitch I'm back serving Them niggas [?] back serving You ain't really robbing shit, you's a cat burgler Hundred thousand in my pocket, got my back hurting Now the strap dirty My dawg be scamming all the time, now his Mac dirty They gave my cousin twenty years, 'cause he a crack server I just had a shootout in the charger, now the cat dirty I [?] kill the pussy, nigga, that's a P shooter She see that skelly on my wrist, and think it's see through I hold my other wrist up, yeah, that's three coupes Just poured a whole 8 of red, look like [?] juice [Verse 2: Louie Ray] I just had to bounce back, see if my back dirty I don't carey rounds, just [?] goin' passed thirty Okay, [?] made me drop a [?] Okay, [?] gon' make me drop a 5-30 Okay, I pull up, walk in, don't do no wеight lifts I only bust a bag down, I'm weightless I think evеry nigga 'round me on the A list Her pussy grab on me just like [?] grip Since it's my turn to perform, I did a stage flip Let's build roster up, arange shit Louie outta town, turning up, but it be paid trips I ain't have to walk, this Rollie down, I wouldn't [?] Your shit ain't hard, 'cause if it was, my nigga, I'd have played it Let the pussy jump while I'm driving, I ain't tryna save her My rap career just brought me to my ring, it's all engagement This rapping shit was watered, nah, for real, I think I saved it Got a hundred thousand dollars on me now, I think I, okay Hundred thousand dollars on me now, feel like I made it Pull the streets together, [?] segregation They can't figure out how I [?] [Verse 3: BabyTron] [?] I been jamming since Obama was in office [?] I promise if it's problems, we gon' off 'em Reach for a chain, might as well just hop up in a coffin 16, had [?] got it all from fraud Early bird gets the worm, I'm not a lollygagger Bitch try to run off with the stash, and I'ma body bag her She thought the weed was some, wait until the Wokkie smack her In the A, hitting [?] I might go to [?] after Out in Cali, I might do [?] on Melrose Hundred round to turn my 350 in the shell toes Co-Cookie Monster off the [?], my shoes Elmo [?] you on the road is what I tell hoes Ain't no wide bodies, scratching off like a lotto ticket Ain't no wild runs around, shit, [?] Uh, too bad, I ain't got your chicken Thousand dollar track [?], I can never rock no bisket Pop out—, uh, pop—, fuck, pop— Pop out with bush master, boy, I hope he got some body armor Better push that scat home, we know that your mommy charger Duse in my gaiderade, I'm feeling hydrated 120 in this motherfucker, I might sideways it Unkey ran through a couple cases off a [?] [?] bitch saw me out shopping, almost died fainting You heard your bitch a runner, you gon' cry, ain't you? Walking in the booth to rap, you finna lie, ain't you? Heard brodie nem got your drop, you finna die, ain't you? Told lil' 'cause you only want a job [?] crime [?] Uh, hm, ShittyBoyz