No Sir Ski lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha, G-L-A)
No grind
Alright, gang, I got you
Yeah, yeah
(Nosirski)

[Verse]
No jump back on that little bitty chopper stick (Nosirski)
My habits don't include Tris
This sh*t real, cherish life before you lose that b*tch
I don't miss old hoes, not even a little bit
Hit my cup (Gulp, gulp, gulp), them some Louis kicks
Ball on a hatin'-ass n*gga, give him lupus
Cheap ho, feed her octopus, she used to tuna
Age ain't nothin' but a number, f*ckin' cougars
Cup dark like the hair dye on Carlos Boozer
I can't f*ck raw, her baby daddy such a loser
Four-five go off, blow his ass to Chattanooga
Keep taco tucked, boy, your ass can't get a new one
This trap here all raw, sell sushi
Whack a n*gga, throw him in the river, that's pollution
Room full of money, still room for improvement
Bands just like Nelly face, I'm a St. Lunatic
Hate goin' outside, n*ggas ask me stupid sh*t
Same size as Boban, bigger than I ever been
He was tryin' my shoes on, I bet they'll never fit
Brick of gray through the mail, let's address the elephant
I'm a seven-seven-seven-seven Luka Dončić
We give out smoke like quicksand, can't get out of it
She got more head, more head, Deebo Lotti
I'm MIA f*ckin' coke-head models
Not here to politick, that pus*y, I'll buy it
Let's compare banks, mine pretty like Tyra
I'm the honorable in my hood like Elijah
He a f*ckin' bum, buyin' jeans out of Snipes
Y'all n*ggas like Hawaiian Punch, nobody like you
Two naked hoes on my bed pillow fightin'
n*gga, you is salty, no n*gga can insult me
Paperwork party, rap n*ggas police, Ice-T
Playboy like Carti, no cap, man, I might die lit
Money for the pus*y, she not that indecisive
Ballin' with my brothers, I feel like Brook and Robin
Man, I'm goin' apesh*t, might climb the Empire State Building
This b*tch go like two-twenty, cops won't even chase us
I done cleared an M, got no budget from the label
Your b*tch for the street, she just usin' you to babysit
Pop a genie-nie, get to seein' That's So Raven sh*t
Put it on AB, man, y'all n*ggas always late to sh*t
Ganger Wavy Navy like an army, Wayne and Baby sh*t
It's like eighty Wavy chains, B'll pull up eighty blicks
Took his b*tch, he 'bout to take a bath with a toaster in it
[Outro]
(Haha, G-L-A)