Nun 4 No Schmuck lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, flah

[Verse]
How you finna rob a n*gga ass on foot?
Terrorizin' sh*t, I get to hangin' with the crooks
Shot 'em in the heart, I'm gon' try not to look
Yo' bih' keep bitin', she don't want nothin' but a hook
I'm poppin' it in Philly, I be with the rooks
f*ck, get it back in blood, n*gga know what I took
Finessed all them n*gga's, wasn't no hand that I shook
This a new Gen5, this ain't nothin' for no schmuck
I'm rockin' out, you gotta write that down in a book
I'm eatin' all the plates, but they call me the cook
They steppin' on my toes, so I put on the hoofs
We knockin' sh*t off, you better tell them to shush
Popped him in the ass, he got shot in the tush
Big Backwood, n*gga smokin' on Kush, tah, frrt (Vanguard)
Macho libre, n*gga hang with Young Pablo
Send him on a mission like the 13 Apollo
Got that boy knocked, they tryna find that boy, Waldo
I bought all that gas, they gotta re-up tomorrow
I'm sellin' that white to a rapper, Jack Harlow
He just bought that 'cat, but they just stole that car, though
Play with the mobb sh*t, on ten, you know I get wicked like Nardo
You know I get wicked, like Wicked
I told the bih’, "Put in the digits"
Catch a top opp, Velly ride with that fifty
On a drill to his spot, pray to God, I don't miss him
I waiting on that car, we gon' shoot out the hinges
On the blacktop shootin', but they steady that trigger
Man, yo' ho suckin' di*k, she just got her some fillers
Twelve thousand, Cash App, I pull out them killers (Dyin' 'bout it)
Care 'bout I'm livin' wrong, when I'm thinkin' 'bout Kyra
Babylife, know we pull up like a diaper
Caught that boy in traffic he ain' up that lil' rifle
I'm high as f*ck like the tower of that Eiffel
Y'all n*ggas keep gettin' robbed, but I know that's y'all cycle
Kickin' sh*t with Angelo before I ball with Michael
LV belt, but I ain't think about the title
Rehearsin' that lick, you know I shut down recitals
Eight hundred thousand my DistroKid, that’s my right hand to the Bible (Ten)
Now you can say that fye' was my idol
I ain't tryna talk, did I f*ck her? I might've
Met her outside, but it felt good inside her
Boy, you's a opp, you was hangin' with my rivals
You not the shooter, boy, you just the rider
Glokk40Spaz, ain't got no time for no fighters (Flert, flert)
Glock gettin' hot, you know I took off the sweater
Gotta get him knocked, n*gga, that’s my vendetta
Dead or alive, n*gga, anythin' better
Headshot, call that the one time header
I'm in the land with the band, no nether
I'm throwin' all that money in the club, that bih' fall like a feather
I'm trappin' on the block in the rain, any weather
That bih' was gettin' ran on straight in the telly
MP5 on my hip way before I got Kelly
Knife on the stick, but this bih' look like machete
Babylife Vamp, but the backside heavy (Backside, tuh)
I shot that movie off the phone, Cole Bennett
Cropped him out the pic, that's a cold ass edit
Rack in my hand, I had to buy her a tennis
I'm just gettin' started, they thought I was finished (Flert)
Convicted felon, I ain't somebody menace
You talkin' on the 'net, but act, ho, I don't get it
Mh, dead man, n*gga cashed out on the skelly
That bih' don't want nothin' from B-Whoa but a present
I don't know 'bout they past, when I popped that ho, they sent 'em to Heaven
Makin' sh*t move, man, I feel like Eleven
Diamond cross on me, the brand new pendant (Hm)
But you already knew sh*t was finna pop when you said it
Bad ass b*tch, know she lyin', but she sexy
I'm holdin' the grudge, they know I want vengeance
Clip on the fire, that bih' keep extendin'
Yo' b*tch at my crib, on the tip, she get bit
Yo' bih' was a thot, should've been got the hint
Thirty thousand, know I keep that sh*t on my wrist
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout no diss
Nah, for real, I just hope that boy swift (Vanguard)