No Answers lyrics

[Intro]
Everyone of them pussies gon’ catch a slug
Man I’m BabyLife sh*t, we ain’t stuntin’ nun'
Talm’ bout a vampire, we got a hunnid of 'em
They might drop one but they gon shoot sum-

Talm’ bout a vampire, we got a hunnid of em
They might drop one but the gon shoot some just like an AND1
And this gang sh*t, boy this real fun
b*tch I’m GF, I might go pop one
We ain't talkin' bout xan, boy I might pop one
Talm' 'bout the Band, 50 round drums on 'em
Said she can't stand me, told the b*tch stand on it
Hit her with my bands, I don't even put my hands on her
(This is Dj Gren8de)

[Verse]
(I love Dj Gren8de)
I got n*ggas ridin' round town, hunting down, tryna' find a f*ck n*gga
This sh*t be funny when them n*ggas be ducking
We bussin' at them n*ggas, hit they ass, not luck
I pour a n*gga out every time I got cut
n*gga talking about the Mob but his bit' getting f*cked
All types of weapons n*gga, we got all typa' sh*t
I was the one poppin' out with that big ass stick
I respect all them n*ggas that don't run from the dip
Kilo said n*gga keep talking that hot sh*t, f*ck it, you want smoke like a nic?
The only reason I take the plug off cause a young n*gga really thought I was getting rich
Don't even talk about school, I skip
JuGlizz sent me the drop on ya'll b*tch ass n*ggas, ya'll some licks
When I'm in the chain gang, I swear to God, I'mma pour a b*tch ass n*gga out with this ice pick
n*gga think I'm sleep, n*gga front your address
n*gga f*ck 12, man I walked out the court man I whacked sh*t
Bih' wanna' f*ck with lil Glokk, she know I'm not average
All them n*ggas that she grew up getting robbed by me, she ain't know she fall in love with a savage
She ain't know, let it go, let a hunnid go
All the opps ho's and they ass know, they'll get rolled
n*gga catch one
And this pistol in my pocket Django
Huh, and I hit the b*tch from different angles
Huh, and I beat his ass up like I'm Jaimoe, huh
Stomp him in the face, Avo
I ride with the Glock 30, potato barrel on the f*ckin' stick
Name GL4, I ain't gotta' try, I hit the bih' quick
Poppin out the Kia, I won't make a diss
Shootout in the parking lot of the Ritz
Babylife Spaz, know that I get busy
And I'm throwed off, get out my face, I'm gon' beat sum'
These motherf*ckers cuffin'? I'm gon' uppercut one of 'em
Don't go head to head to us, crying like a onion
We ain't playing with these n*ggas, getting spun
I ain't f*ckin' with that b*tch no more, hell, I'm done
I'ma stack up my money, I ain't never been a bum
Bankroll full of dubs
I dropped it on your gang, full of dubs
Everyone of them pussies gon’ catch a slug
Man I’m BabyLife sh*t, we ain’t stuntin’ nun'
Talm’ bout a vampire, we got a hunnid of em
They might drop one but they gon shoot some just like an AND1
And this gang sh*t, boy this real fun
b*tch I’m GF, I might go pop one
We ain't talkin' bout xan, boy I might pop one
Talm' 'bout the Band, 50 round drums on 'it
Said she can't stand me, told the b*tch stand on it
Hit her with my bands, I don't even put my hands on her
Playing with the Band? Catch his ass and then hold his ass for ransom
Pass her to the Band, n*gga couldn't do nun with it, that ho just a dancer
Huh, I found her on Candler
Kicked multiple b*tches out, I ain't got no manners
f*ck it, I poured the deuce of Wock in a Fanta
f*ck it, take somebody down in Atlanta
f*ck it, he talking about the Mob, I'mma crash out on camera
BJ making ghost Glocks, call him Danny Phantom
Man that ho ran through, needa' get that b*tch some antlers
12 asking all these questions, I ain't got no answer