​no comp / no reason 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah (Ayy, they on my di*k for no-)
Take that young homie off my di*k
I don't give a f*ck about what they talkin' about
Tell that young n*gga to shut the f*ck up
That n*gga need a f*cking job

[Chorus]
They on my di*k for no reason (No, no), ayy
They ain't on sh*t, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP (Ahh), ayy
Heard yo' new sh*t, bro delete it (Ahh)

[Verse 1]
Tell yo' big homie, go get a job
Put the pen down, stop tryna rap
Label told me you was fallin' off
So they asked me to hop on yo' track
It's a new year, n*ggas poppin' off
In my phone, boy, you was suckin' di*k
n*gga this a message for you're A&R
It's been like a year, he still can't drop a hit
Please get in the lab, and please gеt off my di*k
This some swag for me to really stеal
n*gga sound retarded, he can't rap for sh*t
Label finna drop you from the deal
This a PSA, man this is sh*t not a diss
Keep it calm 'cause n*ggas know the real
Wanna leave him bloody, leave that n*gga Crip
n*gga know he ain't been in the fields
You can drop the at, it's 2023
n*gga mad, his last hoe tried to f*ck wit' me
Swear to God, I got the screenshot in my phone
Lil' hoe was in L.A., suckin' di*k for free
We the only ones that put you on a song
I wake up, get money, while they try to beef
His big homie pressin' him to put him on
Then they get him fessed up by that n*gga ste-
[Chorus]
They on my di*k for no reason (No, no), ayy
They ain't on sh*t, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP (Ahh), ayy
Heard yo' new sh*t, bro delete it (Ahh)

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna smoke that lil' n*gga, let's turn him to Runtz
It's a new n*gga talkin' online, I guess that's how we startin' the month
Tell yo big homie go get a life, while he eatin' my di*k up for lunch
Maybe, instead of writin' they sh*t, you can tell them n*ggas they suck
It's a old n*gga mad cause he ain't get put on, man, I don't give a f*ck
And them choppas stay one call away, yeah, my bro carry sticks like a drummer
I just count up my money, yeah I just be kickin' sh*t like a punter
I can't f*ck with these rap n*ggas actin' like b*tches, that's word to my mother (Yeah that's word to my mother)

[Outro]
(Dakota, where are you?)