NO KIT lyrics

[Intro]
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)

[Verse 1: Hellboy Rodd & Damedot]
Make one false move and them boys murkin' you
Any problem with the goons, we the first lurkin' (Mm-hmm)
I sit and watch your crib, n*gga, f*ck searchin'
Two hours to my crib, now them Percs workin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Damedot]
Pull up in that Maybach truck and I crack the curtains
Drop a 'bow on a n*gga like I'm Kendrick Perkins
If bro make you famous on the camera, he gon' get a jersey (They gon' cook him)
But if he get away clean, I'ma give him 30

[Verse 3: HellBoy Rodd & Damedot]
My life is so real, I ain't gotta write (At all)
Ten thousand tied Perkies, I ain't gotta fight 'em
My b*tch got all the cake, she just need some icing (Ice, ice)
If I get hungry in the jungle, I'ma whoop a tiger (Rrr)
I'm finna fire up this opp, somebody pass the lighter (Where it's at?)
You know I do my own stunts, b*tch, I'm like MacGyver
I went straight to West V and tried to dodge indictments
Then drove straight to Tennessee, b*tch, I ain't got a license (Nope)
Ask Ronday 'bout me, n*gga, he might tell you somethin'
But if I'm jammed in that room, I can't tell you nothin' (Shh)
You say you like to buy, well, let me sell you somethin'
Ain't no hand-to-hand, check your mail, it's comin' (You ain't get it from me?)
You better let me know that you got that package, though
I got that good Cuban molly with that back of blow
See, I'm consistent with this sh*t, I keep my mag for sure (Sure)
I'll kill your ass, I ain't your average Joe
[Chorus: Damedot & Hellboy Rodd]
I've been gettin' money for so long, I expect this sh*t
I can't even look a n*gga way if he ain't got a kit (Ice, ice, ice)
You've been sellin' dope all your life and you ain't got a brick?
Bro, he out here 'bow sellin' work that he know can't even take a hit
Uptown, gettin' money like it's '88 (Like the eighties)
Rihanna with these choppers, let them b*tches shake
OVO, they wanna sign me 'cause these baby Dracs (Yeah)
Miami in November like I'm Babyface

[Verse 4: Hellboy Rodd & Damedot]
Used to love granny house, I made twenty in that same spot (Yeah)
God bless the motherf*ckin' mafia like I'm Damedot (Real gutter sh*t)
No book paper roll on me, rip a page out (Yeah)
Rose gold Patek, it'll take a n*gga main down
Child like I'm Dev window 'cause he like to hang out (For real)
Brother for the logo, we just tryna dodge a raindrop (Yeah)
I'm in a party with that ride, send you to Hell, boy
When I pull up, he come and get the bag like a bellhop
How ironic, I was a kid gettin' bread, slangin' butter (Duh)
Fully on that FN'll make that b*tch stutter
That n*gga Damedot, he one rich motherf*cker
I just really want the head, yeah, b*tch, I'm tryna sl*t her (You know what's up)
Louis on my shirt (Louis), bad b*tch in my sheets (Mwah)
A couple men ridin' like blood brothers, he turn up on you, I got him covered (I got it)
She want me to get her surgery 'cause she know what's comin' (She know what's on)
Damedot motherf*ckin' racks, b*tch, the one and only
[Chorus: Damedot & Hellboy Rodd]
I've been gettin' money for so long, I expect this sh*t
I can't even look a n*gga way if he ain't got a kit (Ice, ice, ice)
You've been sellin' dope all your life and you ain't got a brick?
Bro, he out here 'bow sellin' work that he know can't even take a hit
Uptown, gettin' money like it's '88 (Like the eighties)
Rihanna with these choppers, let them b*tches shake
OVO, they wanna sign me 'cause these baby Dracs (Yeah)
Miami in November like I'm Babyface (Duh)

[Outro]
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)