No Room lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock]
[?]
Oh Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hitmaka

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Pull up on you pus*y, watch me pop my sh*t (Pop my sh*t)
I might swerve off in that A12 that's drop top sh*t (Drop top sh*t)
I got shooters for them n*ggas on that ra-ra sh*t (Ra-ra sh*t)
Ain't no goin' back and forth when I pop my sh*t (Bri, bri)
All these Emareld Cut diamonds, my sh*t cool (My sh*t cool)
If she comin' through, I bet she break the rules (Break the rules)
I cannot trust, you know how these b*tches chew (b*tches chew)
Ain't no room for hating b*tches in the cool (In the cool, oh yeah)

[Verse 1]
200 hoes wanna dash like (Yeah), f*ck it I hope I don't crash like (Yeah)
I'm on the road to the richеs, I'm rich and I'm rich and I'm living too fast like yeah
I'm a two hoes and it's crazy I ain't gotta pick both thеm b*tches they bad like (Yeah)
Light skin b*tch with the tits like (Yeah), brown skin b*tch ass fat like (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Trap house going brazy, I just made a hunnid Katie (Hunnid Katie)
n*ggas and you could never play me (Play me), I'm from uptown baby (b*tch)
Look at my left wrist, cost about 80, look at my neck, sh*t flow like the Navy
New Palm Angels, I'll drip on a daily, she don't want a dent, she say I'm too wavy
[Chorus]
Pull up on you pus*y, watch me pop my sh*t (Pop my sh*t)
I might swerve off in that A12 that's drop top sh*t (Skr, skr)
I got shooters for them n*ggas on that ra-ra sh*t (On that ra-ra sh*t)
Ain't no goin' back and forth when I pop my sh*t (Bri, bri)
All these Emareld Cut diamonds, my sh*t cool (My sh*t cool)
If she comin' through, I bet she break the rules (Break the rules)
I cannot trust, you know how these b*tches chew (b*tches chew)
Ain't no room for hating b*tches in the cool (In the cool, oh yeah)

[Open Verse 2]

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Pull up on you pus*y, watch me pop my sh*t (Pop my sh*t)
I might swerve off in that A12 that's drop top sh*t (Skr, skr)
I got shooters for them n*ggas on that ra-ra sh*t (On that ra-ra sh*t)
Ain't no goin' back and forth when I pop my sh*t (Bri, bri)
All these Emareld Cut diamonds, my sh*t cool (My sh*t cool)
If she comin' through, I bet she break the rules (Break the rules)
I cannot trust, you know how these b*tches chew (b*tches chew)
Ain't no room for hating b*tches in the cool (In the cool, oh yeah)