No Face, No Case

Lyrics

[Verse] I'll ride for my nigga I just pray that he ride for me Like a roller coaster when she ride on top of me No this ain't monopoly I'm coming for the property I'll still tear this bitch up if he stop the beat How the fuck you a shooter nigga and you shot his feet No face no case up 100 nigga no safe All in her mouth like some toothpaste Damn she got a toothache A AR-15 make your crew shake I take em to the room no I don't do dates [?] about to [?] Off too much fucking cough syrup got a nigga sick Hit her with the dick now she illiterate I fucked a nigga baby mama I'm so ignorant Talking crazy I went in his shit He leaking in the party security get him quick You make a 40 you better get a brick And if you shining niggas robbing better get a stick I told her brodie in prison send a picture quick So she sent some naked ones and sent a picture of her tits Bitch I'm the shit The work so fucking good it make your mama jit In middle school I shot dice they like where my mama at I'm hanging where the shottas at A lot of guns and ammunition bitch it's a lot of that Dirty money where the laundromat I know they hate on me I waste my fucking day sitting at AT&T We'll did I do that got a 20-pack thousand for a phone I brought 20 back Lil nigga gone and do the math She like backshots so she toot her ass The henny made her do it fast Brodie stretching work like it's yoga class Green diamonds in the chain they made Yogi mad Grew up I ain't have a dad That shit it made my mama sad Bitch I'm rich she [?] I don't like hoes shit that titties sag She came with me shopping told her get a bag I slapped a nigga just to get a laugh Before I had a thousand where the [?] at This is [?] but where the hemi at Fuck some chitter chat Lobster tails got me fat You ain't no shooter where your bodies at I just killed her pussy yeah I bodied that You talk to much go get a body bag Them bullets fucked his arm up and his hand done made his body mad Got more belts than a karate class Boy if you with me and got a strap nigga you gotta blast I got [?] he ain't playing jazz I be laughing to the bank with my childish ass Yeah she bad but I still grabbed the condom fast She was kinda mad right and left pockets make a nigga sad Got more gold than Trinidad I knew he was a lame so we switch the [?] I had reservations had to fuck get fast She never fucked a rich nigga so we fucked on cash [?] a Roc-A-Fella nigga like he Damon Dash Making fast money I just fucking pray it lasts