No Touchbacks lyrics

[Intro]
MTM hit em with the heat

[Verse 1]
She like peeking on my pistol
Told my b*tch don't touch that
I finessed you out your pack
And I don't do no touchbacks
Trappin' out the red ferrari
Make you run a 4 flat
Body do the Macarena
Choppa make your toes tap
Real sh*t
Bring the cannons out in broad daylight
All these diamonds 'round my neck like a full cage fight
Vroom Vroom b*tch I'm boomin' all up out the states now
Mostly everyone I came up with, they wanna hate now

[Verse 2]

Blat, blat b*tch you wasn't with me in the trenches
Bullets burn like a STD you gettin' tested
f*ck boy talkin' like a starter from the benches
So much dope in the house you gotta buzz the fence in
Move smooth like a model, I look so expensive
It's lil Boobie, I been thuggin' since an adolescent
Thinkin' bout it I was selling bags in the elementary
If somebody need a plug then you can recommend me
Fast forward to when boo hopped in the Porsche
I was picking up them babies from a boat out by the port
In the trap with all my mexicans and free band with my Zoes
If you catch me got a sniper with the military scope
Real life

[Verse 3]

I been up until the morning 'cause I could
f*cked around and turned bagota baby Hollywood
I be slidin' up cause all my pieces hittin' through the roof
How the f*ck you finna kill me with a rusty .22
Lil b*tch
It's like everyone that wished me all the worst
How your homie used to hate me now he end up on a shirt
Get the package on the 1st and it gon' be gone by the 3rd
I'mma stay under the influence until I'm in the dirt