No Photos lyrics

[Intro]
'Bout this sh*t free, I say Freebandz, but, n*gga
After you go through all that sh*t, think I'm finna let a n*gga come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid?
Man, I paid, man, this sh*t blood, sweet, and tears for this sh*t, man
n*gga ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy
For real, boy
I'll go to war
It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R sh*t, double R sh*t
b*tch-ass n*gga
Double R sh*t
You know what I'm saying, n*gga?
You know, this money sh*t been gettin' way too easy
Money sh*t way too—

[Chorus]
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n*gga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n*gga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto

[Verse]
Yeah, Really Rich, b*tch, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (pus*y)
Why they keep hittin' my line? That sh*t ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin'
Young n*gga slimy, my n*ggas grimy, we never duckin' no violence
My n*ggas grimy, you n*ggas hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had 'fore I was rhyming
b*tch, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
pus*y-ass n*gga tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco, b*tch-ass n*gga, we gon' spark him
He just a rat with a pole
He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
b*tch-ass n*gga should've known (b*tch-ass n*gga should've)
b*tch-ass n*gga get— (b*tch-ass n*gga get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, n*gga
Glock 45, n*gga, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him
We having motion (We having motion)
You know that sh*t on the floor (That sh*t on)
My brother flip anything, n*gga, come this way
pus*y-ass rap n*ggas mad than a b*tch 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA
All of my diamonds, they hit, all my b*tches, they lit, no, he can't say the same
b*tch, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my n*ggas on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and sh*t
[Chorus]
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n*gga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n*gga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, on Pluto
We way too geeked on Pluto
We way too geeked on—