No Contact lyrics

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Boosie Badazz
Investments 3
This n*gga here one of the coldest in the game
Game your's n*gga, take it n*gga
I saw what they ain't see
Open they eyes n*gga
Go in n*gga, eh yo Bleu
Go get the money
Go take care of mama boy
Good on n*gga

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
I'm the young n*gga poppin out of Bama you know I'm coming
Bad b*tches in [?] hundreds
I hit the block with the 40, I took the block and never got extorted
We throw that right to the junkies, they snorted
Take over your porter Imma get retarded
Me and my n*ggas never got deported
She on that molly, ride it like a harley
I know is [?] gotta get a Porsche
You n*ggas ain't cuffin' like a soldier
n*gga need love like a orphan
I’m on that Yellow, f*cking up my organs
I know the feds say that I'm a target
Wanna take a n*gga life for bargain
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back
I f*cked that b*tch and she hump back
No, I won't give her my contact
No no no contact
No contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
f*ck that b*tch, no contact
Suck that di*k, no contact
She on the molly molly, she bout it bout it
Sex real good
Can't leave her alone, she come back
Can't see my phone, no contact
You mad and try to run back
Still no no no contact
I take your b*tch right in front of you
I make her do what I wanna do
I see right through her, [?]
[?] none of you
She want a boss to run that
She want a boss to hump that
I see right through your lil contact
I been on tour, no contact
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back
I f*cked that b*tch and she hump back
No, I won't give her my contact
No no no contact
No contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]
I f*cked that b*tch on the futon
I rip her off like a cupon
Had me a sprite, Imma pour me [?] and I'm feeling [?] keep going
My n*ggas ball, and we freethrowing
Young n*gga flex, the meat showing
[?] but she got that [?]
Diamonds on diamonds, arabian
I'm stacking bakan, Canadian
I'm from the block, now we filling up stadiams
I wanna f*ck on your lady friend
Was trappin out the gymnasiam
Whip up the chicken [?]
You know I don't f*ck around with the feds, you know when I serve it [?]
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back
I f*cked that b*tch and she hump back
No, I won't give her my contact
No no no contact
No contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
No no no no contact
Take a n*gga b*tch on contact
I see right through you, no contact
No, I won't give you my contact
Working the body, no jump back