No Relations lyrics

-[Intro]
Aye, I’m in the spot with Zaytoven, y’all already know what the f*ck going on

[Part I]
(Aye) Heard n*ggas say they was f*cking with me, n*ggas capped out they mind, what the f*ck was they thinking
Got n*ggas mad ‘cause I’m counting up bread everyday, every week, yeah thats my motivation
6 in LA smoking exotic gas, hit it straight to the face, eyes low like an asian
Cut that b*tch off we don’t have no relation, y’all n*ggas di*k ride thats the new occupation
Might f*ck up the nation
Our trip be y’all n*ggas vacation
n*ggas half of my size if he tryna run up, I’ma beat that boy ass ain't no placement
Link up, Max the twin threw me the lob, that b*tch top me so good give her 5 star rating
Brand new crib the community gated
I f*ck b*tches of all kind of races
sh*t I’m talking gon feed generations, I been had 6 figures y’all not tryna go there
b*tch all I rock is designer I’m stepping in Marni, I told the lil b*tch these is Mohairs
I’m sipping purple, no bonnie, I feel like Muhammad Ali knocking sh*t out the program
Beam on the Glock [?] ,your b*tch sucking di*k just like soccer she ain’t using no hands (gang)

[Switch]
Evil Empire
You already know what it is, pus*y
Pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break

[Part II]
(A-A-Aye)
This a mini drac not for accessory
I f*ck model hoes why is you testing me
I get geeked out my body excessively
44 bulldog gon’ shoot I ain’t wrestling
Needa pay me a bag to get next to me
Block that hoe once a day she be stressing me
I just f*cked on your hoe accidentally
30 rounds in this chop, you get 10 a piece
We got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do
I got more f*cking wheels than a carnival
Lil twin ready to spill like some f*cking juice
Had to get off the pills cause I f*ck with juice
Richer than all my idols can't f*cking lose
n*ggas can't run a mile up in these shoes
n*ggas love acting wild, they never do sh*t
I got n*ggas that dying to run into you
Have my twin throw a bomb like cam newton
You ain’t talking no bag then I can’t do it
I don’t gotta talk sh*t let the fans do it
I can't peep that boy sh*t had to glance through it
Thats a lil bitty b*tch n*ggas ran through it
He had money before he advanced
VS1 diamonds sitting on my wrist, I been sh*tting on n*ggas they ain’t have a chance
(Gang)
All of my b*tches be grown
Don’t know what these n*ggas on
I’ve been the one since I came out I’m back in my zone
Time to put these n*ggas on
44 bulldog keep barking tryna find a bone
b*tch I got it on my own
I’m rocking Issey Miyake mixing sh*t with chrome
Im Mr. put that sh*t on
f*ck from the back got that b*tch reciting all my songs
n*gga with me watch your tone
Most of these n*ggas that you would think are really real
Really is sweet all along
I walk outside with that stick up on me this for real
n*gga I be all alone
Most of the n*ggas I’m riding with be in the field
n*gga you be on the phone
(pus*y)