No Discussion lyrics

[Intro]
RBE, SOB that's the gang b*tch
Aye, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this b*tch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my b*tch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you f*ckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me that's a mothaf*ckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothaf*ckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O]
Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?
Why these n*ggas so mad?
Probably 'cause yo b*tch want an SOB n*gga
'Cause she tired of yo ass
And I'm still wit' the same n*ggas I was raised wit'
'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang sh*t
And that's why, b*tch I'm too anti
I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I
'Cause she only want a n*gga 'cause I'm on n*gga
Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong n*gga
Buffed up like a strong n*gga
12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown n*gga
You got the right n*gga, but the wrong n*gga
Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone wit' ya
If you ain't a loyal b*tch, can't get along wit' ya
If you a broke n*gga, I can't smoke no strong wit' ya
[Verse 2: Daboii]
I don't send 'good morin' texts', I'm the n*gga who receive 'em (I receive 'em)
These hoes ain't sh*t, I'ma dog 'em and I leave 'em (f*ck that b*tch)
Cut a b*tch off, you the n*gga tryna keep 'em
Prescription through the buffs, f*ck n*ggas I don't see 'em (b*tch I'm buffed up)
Aye, and what these lil' n*ggas mad fo'? (What you mad for?)
How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles (Nerd n*gga)
Keep a big clip, this b*tch longer than a afro (Big gun)
I'm married to that cash, f*ck a b*tch, I'm a as*h*le (Give a f*ck)
Black n*gga wit' the Mac like Bernie (Like Bernie)
Bro got the .30, he'll shoot like Curry (Like Curry)
Tints on the buffs, mothaf*ckas get blurry (Get blurry)
And n*ggas talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried (Ain't worried)
If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone (I ain't pickin' up)
And how these n*ggas real? They get to runnin' 'round and tellin' hoes (Nerd n*gga)
White frames see through fake like a telescope
These bullets comin' to a n*gga live like it's Periscope, gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this b*tch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my b*tch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you f*ckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothaf*ckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothaf*ckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa
T.O got the stock 20, five shots fo' four n*ggas
Knew what these streets was when a n*gga dove in 'em
See you broke hoes a mile away, I got ho vision
Quit shootin' at the ground, tryna have a n*gga toe missin'
I'm up top wit' it, tryna have a n*gga dome missin'
If yo b*tch slide, she give all head, no kissin'
Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this ho trippin'
Pause b*tch, I'ma mothaf*ckin' dog b*tch
And I stay strapped like I never go in raw b*tch
Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't gon' spark sh*t
Gang full of demons, ain't no n*gga finna cross sh*t
Bro's turned to fake n*ggas, swear I hate snake n*ggas
Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint n*ggas
7.62's for you suckas and who hang wit' 'em
SOB b*tch, if I'm f*ckin' then the gang hittin'

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this b*tch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my b*tch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you f*ckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothaf*ckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothaf*ckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame