No Relations lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Ayy, I’m in the spot with Zaytoven
Y'all already know what the f*ck goin' on

[Verse]
Ayy, h-h-heard n*ggas say they was f*ckin' with me, n*ggas capped out they mind (Gang)
What the f*ck was they thinkin'? (n*ggas not f*ckin' with me)
Got n*ggas mad 'cause I’m countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation
6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas
Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian
Cut that b*tch off we don’t have no relation, y’all n*ggas di*k ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation
Might f*ck up the nation (Might f*ck up-)
Our trip be y’all n*ggas vacation (C'mon)
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 (C'mon)
sh*t I’m talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six 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 sippin' purple, no Bonnie
I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' sh*t out the program
Beam on the Glock, this sh*t godly
Your b*tch sucking di*k just like soccer, she ain’t using no hands (Sit back), gang
[Part II]

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

[Verse]
Ayy-Ayy
This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo)
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
Need to pay me a bag to get next to me
Block that ho once a day, she be stressing me
I just f*cked on your ho accidentally
30 rounds in this choppa, get 10 a piece
We got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do? (b*tch)
I got more f*ckin' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt)
Lil' twin ready to spill like some f*ckin' juice
Had to get off the pills 'cause I f*ck with Juice
Richer than all my idols, can't f*ckin' lose
n*ggas can't run a mile up in these shoes
n*ggas love actin' wild, they never do sh*t
I got n*ggas that's dyin' to run into you
Have my twin throw a bomb like Cam Newton
You ain’t talkin' 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
That's yo lil' bitty b*tch? n*ggas ran through it
Been had money before the advance
VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been sh*ttin' on n*ggas, they ain’t have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop)
Gang, all of my b*tches be grown
Don’t know what these n*gga on
I’ve been the one since I came out, I’m back in my zone, time to put these n*gga on
.4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone
b*tch I got it on my own
I’m rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' sh*t with Chrome
I'm Mr. Put-This-sh*t-On
f*ck from the back, got that b*tch recitin' all my songs
N-N-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-I-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 ridin' with be in the field, n*gga you be on the phone (pus*y, brr)
[Outro]
Gang