No Bueno lyrics

[Verse 1]
Step out the crib
Fly as a b*tch
Dusty ass b*tches be eyeing my sh*t
You f*cking consumers can dine on my clit
I’m winning on b*tches who dying to quit
I’m winning on b*tches, I’m making these switches
I’m hurting these hoes so they twisting they wrists
So they slitting they wrists put they hands on a bible
Yelling out Angel, I’m so suicidal
I’m out here f*cking with hoes
But I got these b*tches on smash
You see, they think I’m not in control
Until I put my foot in they ass
And I’m running right through them
I’m gunning, I’m killing
I’m serving these hoes like a f*cking religion
b*tches is over, I’m f*cking beginning
You n*ggas is b*tches
I’m done and you finished

[Bridge]
n*ggas talking like some hoes too
My b*tches out here on that old school
That new may be just do what they told to
[Hook]
This situation is below me
I’m your f*cking motivation
b*tch, you owe me
I switched it up you just competing with the old me
They catch up, they catch up, cause you the old me
b*tches you owe me, cause you know, you know
You always shadow chasing
Thats No Bueno, No Bueno
I’m working while you waiting
Cause you know, you know
You always shadow chasing
b*tches you owe me
b*tches you owe me

[Verse 2]
I never gave a f*ck about a n*gga
Grew up in my city just surrounded by my b*tches
All about me, myself, and me no lie
Money over every f*cking thing for life
Y’all b*tches don’t make no sense
No, y’all n*ggas don’t make no sense
I tried to put hoes on the f*cking main road
But y’all stay on that old sh*t
And say praise god
b*tches keep your day job
I hit em with the tec til I break a b*tches necks
And no, I won’t, I can’t stop and
I’mma keep going
Y’all going keep waiting until the rain stop and
b*tch I spit like I'm trapped in a heat wave
And all yo sh*t just ain’t hot
[Bridge & Hook]

[Verse 3]
b*tch, you out here running with lames
You b*tches is playing
All of you b*tches the same
f*ck what you saying
The sh*t I spit is insane
My flow has got its own brain
All of you b*tches get hit by them n*ggas
So hit all your b*tches and call it a-
Train
Plus can’t remember your name
What the f*ck is you saying, b*tch
All you b*tches beat like instrumentals
Beat hoes with no incidentals
Run this sh*t like the fastest sprinter
Plus I’m heating b*tches up like what’s for dinner
Then I eat b*tches up like soul food
Then I spit b*tches out like old food
Then I hit the b*tches up with the Mac-10
‘Cause They know I got them Pro-Tools