No Trollin lyrics

[Intro: Relly Gunz]
(Ayo, Kezzy, this sh*t got me trippin') Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, like, yeah (marstikkupp)
Like, yeah, like, word to bro
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, boy tryna slide where he—
Like, jackin' the 6, I park that n*gga Maybach, like (Grrah, grrah)
Like, word to bro
Grrah, grrah
Like, yeah (Like)

[Verse 1: Relly Gunz & Kenny Capone]
Like, bro tryna slide where he lay at
Jackin' the 6, I park that n*gga Maybach (Grrah, grrah, boom)
I smoke Deady, where his brains at? (Deady)
Lookin' for Notti, where that n*gga train at? (Like)
What the f*ck? I made n*ggas say that (What the f*ck?)
If you owe me, n*gga, better pay that
Like, pleasе do not run, I need payback
TG not Crip, why the f*ck did he claim that? (Word to bro)
Like what? My n*ggas don't play that
Likе, bullets is knockin' his brain back
If you want me to pop out, just say that
If I throw a shot, that's on bro, he gon' lay back
Don't try to push up on me, that's a dub
Deady off Deady, I don't do the drugs
Like, bro, why would you run?
Matt Sav, Damo, I could feel the punch
KC catch 'em, I don't give a f*ck
Like, why that n*gga actin' tough? (Like)
I catch B, I'm not showin' love (Word to bro)
He jack COE, then he goin'—
Like, n*gga goin' up
(Like, Noah, Yellow blunts)
Like, Blay, Nazzy, Gutt (Grrah, grrt, these n*ggas soft)
I let off two 'cause I was in a rush (Like)
[Verse 2: Kenny Capone, Relly Gunz]
Like why n*ggas like to play crazy?
Now I gotta introduce 'em to KC
R.I.P. bro, still totin' on Stacy
Roll the pain, got my vision to hazy
Like, why would you think that I'm loafin'?
I got a baddie, she tote this
n*ggas is mad 'cause the Sweepers is chosen
Don't need the scalp, I tote knockers, explosives (Sweepers)
If I don't got the Glock, yeah, I fold them
If he don't take his clip before drills, then he bogus
Oh, he a tough guy? I'll expose him
n*gga, I did a lot on my own sh*t
Step in the spot, I keep chops in the duffle
n*gga, I learned a lot from my own pops (Word to bro)
First drill, upped a shot at a couple
Nah, I really flocked at the couple
Deuce on my pocket, the nine on my buckle
I'm a menace, get clapped if you chuckle
My name Howay like a muzzle
If you know I'm an opp, why the f*ck you look puzzled?
If I don't got the gun, I got knuckles
MIS, that's the sound of some muzzles
If I don't got the gun
(MIS, that's the sound of some muzzles)
I've been outside, ask around
If you lay me get put on a pound
Dreadhead 'ooter, up to lay 'em down, like
He don't know if it's the Trend or the Hound
Like I tried to click, this sh*t fell on the ground
She get shot if she stay with that crowd
Rey was on court now he way out of bounds
Notti got poked that n*gga was a child
I was flicking tryna hit a opp
n*ggas knows what I did when I came in their block
Oh they think I'm lacking, n*gga how?
Where Ray Deady dead yeah I don't see him outside