No Revival lyrics

[Intro: Lil Bigg]
(Ayo, X9)
(That n*gga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Free all my opps
Free all my opps, f*ck that

[Verse 1: Lil Bigg]
I got hit eight times in my back, still want somethin' whacked, b*tch, I'm a survivor (b*tch, I'm a survivor)
My b*tch'll glove and mask up with me, she a rider
I don't send blitzes in the 'jects, I'ma wait on a splatt, what that is is a slider (Wait, that's a what?)
You gon' die, it's a matter of time if you my rival
Catch that boy, we let off a hundred f*ckin' shots, they can't revive him (We let off what?)
He'll take your life for twenty-five hundred and buy some designer
Fully stick, I promise it stretch a n*gga out, I ain't talkin' recliner (I ain't talkin' recliner)
This dumb-ass b*tch keep callin' my phone, I keep on declin' (Keep on declin')
Free lil' Melly, kill my partner, he switch sides, this sh*t get slimy (sh*t get grimy)
Make me come kill your CEO, I'ma make him resign (I'ma make him resign)
b*tch, Lil Tiny out at Metro, spint my mic a couple times (Couple times)
I heard the boy Fat too reckless, snitched to cut his time (Huh, what?)
Lucci dropped Lil Fat, his music wack, that sh*t don't even rhyme (Don't even what?)
Probably won't do my feature, put di*k in his ho spine
b*tch n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't 43, then, b*tch, you ain't my kind (You ain't my kind)
Knock somethin' off the back, 'nother hat, now all these n*ggas hidin'
Lil Tim a b*tch, the Henxhmen don't claim him, sh*t, so I guess that he a Slime
f*ck Y5, you catch you a 5, you better blow his mind
Teflon Zay f*cked up his paper like why the f*ck you even sign?
Tell lil' Eric it's twenty on his head, better stay inside
I put a dub on all my opps, you knock two off, get fifty-five
Me and DG finna G your ho, tell him give me a high-five
[Verse 2: Lil Dre6o & L5]
Talkin' 'bout king of the West, that sh*t be cap, never seen that boy outside
Know we the real too reckless, this sh*t get reckless whenever we go and slide
I want that boy dead, don't care how you do it, got 10K if you go blow out his mind
Young Crew runnin' Atlanta, these n*ggas wanna BS, the f*ck is a Y5? Uh
Slidin' in a brand-new Track', I know how to spin, just tell him to drive
Scram ho not on my roster, hell nah, I ain't hittin' her, I promise she ain't one of mine
Opp n*gga broke, ain't havin' no paper, tell JMoney come on and sign
Might f*ck around give him a chain and a nick', that pus*y ain't worth no dime (No dime)
Young Crew get active, really step on sh*t, just ask my opps, I ain't lyin' (L5)
Opp n*gga got hit up so many times, I don't think that he'll survive (What? Hah, L5, come here)

[Verse 3: L5]
Huh, huh, huh, all of these n*ggas be pus*y (They pus*y)
Stupid-ass n*gga ain't gang, he bringin' his phone on a drill, I know he a rookie (You know that)
Smokin' on KJ mama, this ho got me fried, n*gga, come get your b*tch, she lookin', huh (Your ho ain't nothin')
He on my phone, he keep askin' for Glock back, f*ck that sh*t, I took it (On God)
Once that n*gga keep dissin', ain't got no money, and Teflon Zay a junkie (Your ass a junkie)
He put Lil Hot in his song, what the f*ck is he on? I'll come through and bust JMoney (On my mama, n*gga, you know that, n*gga, stop playin', n*gga)
Brrah, Draco hit like Tommy (Rrah)
That fat b*tch chewed his beef, can't crack him a four, slime Drac' gon' f*ck up his tummy (Gon' f*ck up his tummy, n*gga)
Still smoke MX5, n*gga, nobody hatin', back then, LC, he was runnin' (f*ck that boy)
And if I don't drop me a dub, n*gga, I'ma go step, I'ma creep out the cut with lil' Money

[Outro: L5]
On 5, n*gga, you know that, haha, huh
And if I don't drop me a dub, n*gga, I'ma go step, n*gga, creep out the cut with lil' Money