No Filter lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, gang, gang, gang (Suck my di*k, n*gga)
Look
f*ck (I said)
Face shot, face shot, he ain't gettin' away (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
We tryna do him like Quay
Dumb n*gga lucky he not in an eighth
Smokin' papa Nunu, went out by the jakes
n*ggas never did sh*t to my gang
We was throwin' shots when them n*ggas came
Did one drill, now he not the same (Tec)
Air balls, now go work on your aim

[Verse]
I'm gettin' sick of the rumors
Everybody on my di*k, let's talk facts (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
n*ggas be rappin' 'bout drills and they ain't even throw a shot, it's all cap
None of them crazy, they walk around with .380s and put on an act
And Novak be totin' on Stacy (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
We be lookin' like the Navy, we gotta move tact' (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga)
And you gotta slide or provide
And when sh*t get real, don't hide (n*gga)
I'm a Trooper for life, I put on for the guys
You play with the bros, we turnin' you to 'za (n*gga)
Like, f*ck Lil Dee, I'm high (n*gga)
And nobody never took nothin' of mine
This our year, Troopers on the grind (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Suck my di*k if you feel otherwise
We clickin' on anybody movin' strange (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
n*gga, this a family, we not a gang (Grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga)
Rich got shot, his body not the same (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Only two Bama n*ggas put in pain (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I don't know why they actin' (Like)
Stop all the media cappin'
KJ lucky that he not a basket (n*gga)
Ray Pizz punchin', I don't wanna pass it (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Any situation, I was blastin' (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I wanna know why PFA Leek think he crazy, he only the rapper
And that Whiteboi n*gga not a factor
Get off my di*k, I don't know you, you cracker
Baby Gee is a kid, he can't tell you one thing he ever did (Suck my di*k, n*gga)
Say Say lucky we ain't hit his wig (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
That Jazzy Da G b*tch is a twig (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
I don't wanna rap beef, like
I just wanna hop out and clap heat
Grrah, I think I'm in love with the back seat
D's on me, but they gotta catch me
Facts and everybody wanna jack beef
So f*ck it, it's up
When we hop out, n*ggas better duck
I don't gotta worry, 6ix got it tucked (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
KG with me, you know he don't give a f*ck, like, grrah (Grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga)
[Outro]
f*ck?