No Topic Pt 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Hah
Hah
Hah, hah, hah

[Verse]
Hell nah, I ain't squashin' beef, I ain't no peacekeeper (Nope)
Get up out my way, you see me drivin', I'm a beep-beeper (Skrrt)
Phone call from big bruh, say he ain't feel 'em, sh*t, me neither (Me neither)
Talkin' all that rah-rah, tell that n*gga close his di*k-eater (b*tch)
This chopper, it hold a hundred, jawbreakers like Double D (Word)
Had to save racks for some money, sh*t, I been to Chuck E. Cheese (Chuck E. Cheese)
Frrt, that's them switches, 5.56s, take every one of these (Frrt, frrt)
Huh, baby missiles, bullets sting 'еm like a bumblebee (Doon-doon-doon)
Yeah, Adam Sandlеr, with my clique, these n*ggas comedy (Hah)
I'm startin' to look at these n*ggas like, "Damn, wasn't you just under me?"
Yeah, man, these n*ggas wee-oh-wee, I call 'em Bobby V (Wee-oh-wee)
Yeah, when you see me, you better dip 'cause you gon' die in peace (Die in peace)
Naw, hundred K ain't nothin' to me, I count that in my sleep (Yeah)
They been hidin' over seven days, I swear these n*ggas weak (Woah)
Her last n*gga ain't put her on, that's why she f*ck with me, uh (f*ck with me)
I'm a Crip, when we in the hood, she walkin' by the C (Crip, Crip)
Ayy, all these rings and all these chains, no n*gga touch one (Nope)
I'm tryna see which gun he had that day so I can buck somethin' (So I can buck somethin')
All these n*ggas suckers, let 'em play, we goin' dumb dumb (Dumb dumb)
Slidin' with three lil' ninjas, he get rocky, up the Tom-Tom (Huh)
Booked brodie for a show, couple thousand, take his top off (Top off)
n*ggas playin' 'til I tee off, I ain't never been to Topgolf (Hold on)
The way this lil' b*tch f*ck me, she damn near done knocked my socks off (Socks off)
Got a condom in my pocket, but round two, we goin' raw dog (Let's go)
Uh, where you goin'? Come back here, take your drawers off (Let's go)
Huh, what you sayin'? Call me daddy, who's your pawpaw? (Let's go)
I ain't gon' lie, lil' mama, that head fire, but that pus*y a ten
You don't need no ass shots, if that cat fire, I'll buy you a Benz (Skrrt)
Grabba and paper please, I roll me a spliff, I don't do the LooseLeaf, uh (Gas)
These n*ggas duck, duck, duck, up with the Glock on a goosy (Rrah)
Eastside Crippin' like Raymond and Tookie, smokin' OG, I do not do the Toosie, uh (No)
I send 'em home with my tooly, banana clip, lemon squeeze, that b*tch is fruity (That b*tch is fruity)
If it is beef, ain't no way we stop it
.223 freeze a n*gga like the artist
Fifty-round mag with the double cartridge
Leave that boy on the street like the garbage (Like garbage)
Roll a n*gga like a Taki
I need the cheese on the green, broccoli
I don't need n*ggas hatin', they can't stop it (They can't stop me)
And I made this sh*t with no topic, n*gga (It's no topic, b*tch)
[Outro]
Yeah
Them n*ggas can't f*ck with me, man
n*ggas can't even f*ck with a motherf*ckin' hair on my chin, huh
n*ggas' best play is to stay in they place in they place
On my mama
Um (Um), um
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah