No Picks lyrics

[Intro: Ray Vicks]
CMR lifestyle n*gga'
I run with some young n*ggas that's really 'bout they business
n*gga' got a track record to speak for that sh*t n*gga'
Belock talk to them n*gga'

[Verse 1: BBG Belock]
When I got that Iron in my hand, I'mma' slang it
Chopper [?]
Bring it to your dome, n*gga' I don't do no waitin'
[?], I ain't got no f*ckin' patience
Say you want that drama, don't be scared when I bring it
No beefin' on the Gram, b*tch you playin' with a gangsta
Whole lotta' money from the [?], we be makin'
Count it up a hunnid', with my brother in the basement
Heard I'm getting money, so these n*ggas tryna snake me
[?] a bad b*tch, ain't non' of my hoes basic
Hunnid' round drums, I don't show them on my page
Put it in yo' face, let you see it close range
Real street n*gga', I ain't nothin' like the others
Been in and out the system ever since I was a youngan
n*gga' I'm bout robbin', killin', [?]
I'm living what I'm rappin' n*gga', you can check my jacket

[Interlude: Ray Vicks]
Yeah y'all better take note from n*ggas that really living this sh*t
You know what I'm sayin', don't be listening to them internet gangstas
n*ggas never been through this sh*t
CMR [?]
[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
b*tch you know what it is, I ain't really got too much to say
Everyday, b*tch I'm in the trenches still [?]
Out the gate, I'mma let you know you better not f*ck with Jay (Rrah, rrah)
Hol' on wait, b*tch [?] (Bah, bah, bah)
It's too late, Youngan pull up, hop out get the [?]
Catch you out in traffic, do you nasty on the interstate
Or I could drop a bag and get you smashed, I got plenty [?]
No I won't use a mask, and the clip hold more than 28 (Haha)
We in this b*tch, don't ask me if I'm strapped, b*tch you should know this
I be on some [?] sh*t, you n*ggas be on some old sh*t
[?] it's that four sh*t, we who you don't need no smoke with
You chillin' with yo b*tch, she getting hit, that's who you [?]
I'm that lil n*gga' who be really in the streets
Had to come up on the bag, yeah I found a way to eat
I was down to my last, ain't nobody f*ck with me
Now they see me going, yeah, and they all up on my [?]
[?] b*tch

[Outro: Ray Vicks]
Yeah, [?] what they thought, real n*ggas wasn't gon' link up
You know what I'm sayin', real [?] now it's real
They gotta' let us in the motherf*ckin' dome, we gon' kick that b*tch open n*gga', yeah