No Peace lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you f*ckin' crazy)
Hold on
The f*ck? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n*gga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pus*y n*gga, ain't sh*t free
I ball on n*ggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky sh*t, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
n*gga, I don't never be speakin' on sh*t, but ain't nan' one of these n*ggas ho me
n*gga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a n*gga that don't even know me?

[Verse 1]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
n*gga, I'm simply made for bad b*tches, why these n*ggas be on my di*k?
f*ck 'round, pop me a n*gga, no Diddy, n*gga, I'm the first lil' kid that did
We them f*ckin' young n*ggas, don't send sh*t up without no switches
You a pus*y-ass lyin' b*tch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, n*gga, that's my sh*t
Retarded-ass lil' n*gga, you don't even look like you f*ckin' on fine sh*t
I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to f*ck on a dime b*tch
For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime sh*t
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the f*ck y'all get me started?
n*gga, my whole f*ckin' hood know I'm heartless
n*gga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M's like I'm Meek Milly
And I f*ck with Meek, but a n*gga that diss me can't even make it out the city
I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy
I ain't never whacked a n*gga? What the f*ck you on, n*gga, is you silly?
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n*gga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pus*y n*gga, ain't sh*t free
I ball on n*ggas, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky sh*t, they done f*cked 'round and brought out the old me
n*gga, I don't never be speakin' on sh*t, but ain't nan' one of these n*ggas ho me
n*gga, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the f*ck you think I'ma do to a n*gga that don't even know me?

[Verse 2]
Juries-talkin'-ass n*gga, Spanish-walkin'-ass n*gga
A n*gga act like my ex-b*tch, pull them panties out your ass, n*gga
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, f*ck 'round, send them gravediggers
I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass n*ggas, I'm out here paid with it
n*ggas cap 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? n*gga, I'm stayin' with it
I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, b*tch, I'm G and stayin' litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, n*gga, I ain't need no help
Treat a skinny-ass n*gga like I'm daddy, n*gga, go get my belt

[Interlude]
Ayy, n*gga, I ain't gon' lie, n*gga
I ain't take this sh*t, none of this sh*t personal, n*gga
Ayy, n*gga, I stayed quiet when you n*ggas dissed me, n*gga
I just been buildin' this sh*t up, n*gga, f*ck a n*gga
I'm out here with it, n*gga
You dig?
[Verse 3]
Kickin' sh*t just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, f*ck that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass n*ggas, they whackin' too
These n*ggas I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves
And these n*ggas ain't even go to school
Yes, these n*ggas, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don't even know who the f*ck is fool
All these pus*y-ass n*ggas food
All these rap n*ggas pickin' sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, b*tch, I'm outside
These n*ggas can't even go outside
Last n*gga played, you know he died
I don't even do this rappin' sh*t
I'm ready to let that window down
Talk like that 'cause I'm a real f*ckin' Florida n*gga
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, n*gga
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n*gga
And I know a n*gga gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a n*gga
How many hats you bought? n*gga, I ain't trippin', I can afford a n*gga
f*ck a rap n*gga, get your chain took when you in Florida, n*gga
On God, think twice before you n*ggas diss Boston
Real sh*t popper, ask 'em how sh*t crossed 'em
We'll take the SI, n*gga can't speak 'cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trappin' n*gga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[Outro]
I'm a real street n*gga
Real trick n*gga, lotta money, n*gga, I be sh*t talkin'
Yeah, n*gga
I don't, ayy, yeah, n*gga, that's how this sh*t go, n*gga, you dig me?
Don't diss me