No Rubbers lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go
I'm in this b*tch with G5 [?], I ain't talkin' bout the group
I f*cked your b*tch in the coupe
Yeah the coupe don't got a roof, bulletproof don't got a wha-

[Chorus]
Pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
Pray to god that I'm on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my di*k in ya mama
Presidential on my wrist it's Obama
Religiously in the bank, pray to commas
Take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
Took a X pill and made me just love her
She wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon' gut her
All my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
Pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
Pray to god that I'm on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my di*k in ya mama
Presidential on my wrist it's Obama
Religiously in the bank, pray to commas
Take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
Took a X pill and made me just love her
She wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon' gut her
All my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
I'm tryna hump, lil b*tch I can't rub her
Hell nah I don't believe in no rubbers
Hell nah I don't believe in no rubbers
[Verse]
I got the pack of the pounds, I sell it for high, its bath salts in this b*tch
I got this hoe in the back smoking K2, she just off in this b*tch
Pull up a big body can't do a putt putt, I ain't tryna golf in this b*tch
I want my big dogs, not no bow wows, ain't no share mouths in this b*tch
b*tch my gun that sh*t go bow bow, blatt, b*tch I'm slime now
b*tch I got 40, this sh*t can't calm down, silencer on it, it pipe down
Switch on my gun, yeah I gotta aim it right there
Stevie Wonder he can see with my sights now
If I get locked up answer my kite now
Smoking on K2, I feel like a height now
Don't judge me, you don't know what I do with my spare time, put the cocaine in the muhf*ckin' spare tire
My Hellcat blood I pulled up a Redeye
[?] so high, might try me some heroine
I ain't talkin' bout needle, that pill I'm BP
b*tch I'm on gas, just like BP
Vans on my feet slip on, they GG
Big ass rock chain on my neck like a seaweed
Now tell me do you love me JT
Hit that sh*t from the back gave you a [?]
Poppin' that [?] hit that pus*y in HD
I got that Glock or the FN on XD
None of my ex b*tches wanna X me
She don't f*ck with the Uzi but want sext me
Keep tryna hit my phone, keep tryna text me
If I text her back, do it off text free
Just like some oxtails, b*tch wanna neck me
Allergic to broke n*ggas, I need a Epi
I gotta check in my pocket, can't check me
You got all these guns on you where your [?] be
[Chorus]
Pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
Pray to god that I'm on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my di*k in ya mama
Presidential on my wrist it's Obama
Religiously in the bank, pray to commas
Take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
Took a X pill and made me just love her
She wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon' gut her
All my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
Pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
Pray to god that I'm on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my di*k in ya mama
Presidential on my wrist it's Obama
Religiously in the bank, pray to commas
Take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
Took a X pill and made me just love her
She wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon' gut her
All my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
I'm tryna hump, lil b*tch I can't rub her
Hell nah I don't believe in no rubbers
Hell nah I don't believe in no rubbers