No Clue lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, these n*ggas say, I’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
Just tryna score a point in the end zone
Break their neck, with the Rolex, that two-tone
Mobbin' with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone
(Ayy keep cookin' up that dope, Mike!)

[Chorus]
Vibin' with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
Didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
Wearing all white klux, no klu
Had to drop her and she had no clue

[Verse 1]
Big bank, water whippin' like a fish tank
Gas in the Mason and that sh*t stank
I'm feeling faded but that's okay
At least my conscience won't ruin my day
But I know that the money won't tempt her
But she still be a flake, pepper
I won't chase no b*tch, I left her
Haven't talked since last December
Pull up in the coupe, suicide doors
Nah n*gga, Imma eat till' I'm full
Feel like I got wings, call me Red Bull
They snakes in the grass, they unfaithful
[Pre-Chorus]
These n*ggas say, I’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
Just tryna score a point in the end zone (Yeah, yeah)
Break their neck, with the Rolex, that two-tone (Two-tone)
Mobbin' with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone (Redbone)

[Chorus]
Vibin' with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
Didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
Wearing all white klux, no klu
Had to drop her and she had no clue

[Verse 2]
Hand on my choppa, I'll turn you to pasta linguini, Yeah okay
n*ggas be hostile, I know that they just wanna be me, in my lane
Yeah, I call the shots b*tch
Shoot him with an optic
Ratchet and Clank, how I came with the rockets
Feel like Star Fox how I came in the c*ckpit
Keep all my secrets inside, then I lock it
Run up, you done up, your ass gon' get toast
Like three blunts to the face, I'm comatose
Your b*tch come back to my place, I do the most
Yeah, baby girl, slide, give some time to me
Baby girl, hear my voice
Pulling up in a Bugatti or Rolls Royce
Orange matte finish, I feel like the kids choice
Got her f*ckin' and suckin', she screamin' my name
All you n*ggas on lame sh*t
Me, my gang, we pop out like a new zit
Flexin' guns on the gram, they won't use it
I might beat the pus*y up, and abuse it
[Pre-Chorus]
These n*ggas say, I’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
Just tryna score a point in the end zone
Break their neck, with the Rolex, that two-tone
Mobbin' with a thick b*tch, might be a redbone

[Chorus]
Vibin' with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
Didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
Wearing all white klux, no klu
Had to drop her and she had no clue
Vibin' with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
Didn’t ask your opinion, n*gga who the f*ck are you?
Wearing all white clux, no clue
Had to drop her and she had no clue