No Filter

Uh, sippin' too much drop, goin' straight to my liver
I know he ain't gon' pop shit, he scared of that trigger
She see me goin up now she want her a picture
I call up my gang, they ready to get you
Don't give a fuck, I ain't got no filter

Real in my cup, no real deal sipper
I got hundreds of bags
All my niggas, they throwin' red rags
She throw it on me, cause I'm throwin' them racks

That nigga runnin' like he trainin' for track
Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm pullin' her tracks
These niggas be bitches, yo give him a pad
Talk down, leave that boy in the grass

My niggas gon' walk down, leave your ass in the past
Got your wife, she givin' me dumb throat
He got that fire, but no, he not gon' blow
Yeah, YSL coat, yeah, YSL coat

Bitch, I be fly as hell, bro
And that's za you tell by the smell, woah
Bitch, I be fly as a pilot
I got so much bands in my wallet

He tryna copy it, just cop it, just stop it
I got your thot and she givin' me toppy
I'm finna take off like I'm rockin
My niggas, they takin' shit out your pocket

Steady be talkin' shit, nigga, pop it
Put a hole in his head like a socket
Yeah, pack, yeah, yeah, pack
Yeah, yeah, pack, pack, yeah, pack

Yeah, pack, yeah, pack
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bullets gon' go through his head
Bullets gon' knock off his dread

Number nine , jeans so fled
Prec on me geeked like Fred
Puffin' on green like Shreck
Choppa , gon' turn that nigga into Shred

Lost me, lil' bitch, on the thread
Uh, sippin' too much drop
Goin' straight to my liver
I know he ain't gon' pop shit

He scared of that trigger
See me goin' out, now she want her a picture
I call up my gang, they ready to get you
Don't give a fuck, I ain't got no filter

Real, in my cup, no real deal sipper
I got hundreds of bags
All my niggas, they throwin' red rags
She throwin' at me, cause I'm throwin' them racks

That nigga runnin' like he trainin' for track
Fuck det lil' bitch, I'm pullin' a track
These niggas be bitches, they givin' him a pad
Talk down, leave that boy in the grass

My niggas gon' walk down, leave your ass in the past
Got your wife, she givin' me dumb throat
He got that fire, but no, he not gon' blow
Yeah, YSL coat, yeah, YSL coat

Bitch, I be fly as hell, bro
And that's za you tell by the smell, woah
Bitch, I be fly as a pilot
I got so much bands in my wallet

He tryna copy , just cop it, just stop it
I got your thot and she givin' me toppy
I'm finna take off like a rocket
My niggas, they takin' shit out your pocket

Steady be talkin' shit, nigga, pop it
Put a hole in his head like a socket
Yeah,