No Rules lyrics

[Intro]
(I love you, Ryo)

[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, n*gga, n*gga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that sh*t whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, n*gga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, n*gga poppin' out with a f*ckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life sh*t, now the n*gga scared to trap
f*ck it, take them n*ggas off the map, mm

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Lil' b*tch, come get this vampire bite, b*tch wanna live a vampire life
Handgun, and my partner got the damn strap, no dyke
Sumo locked up, BJ lockеd up, JuGlizz twenty-five, n*gga made mе cry
Yeah, ayy, I ain't never been scared to die, I just wanna fly
I said, "Whoa, go and pop it, probably wouldn't hurt to try"
Oh, go poppin' the gang on 'em just to start a f*ckin' riot
You confused, b*tch, I'm not no liar
b*tch, I'm too 'bout this f*ckin' iron
Money fall out the ATM like goo if you got f*ckin' Chime
Look what you said, man, these n*ggas old, eeny, miny, moe, n*ggas just be lyin'
I was juggin' that ho, f*ckin' that b*tch, what a waste of time
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Pull up, slayin' sh*t 'bout slime
Told slime pour me up some more
Sprayin' like Sosa on Wockhardt line
pus*y n*ggas not hard
These hoes love them some rockstars
Been flexin' expensive Chrome Hearts
Get more racks than a monarch
We got hella sticks tucked, hella sticks tucked, yeah
Brand-new MAC-11, keep your lips up, yeah
Whoa said send some shots, move violent

[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
You got an issue, be 'bout that
I'm on hundred with my 30, n*gga, n*gga better shoot back
Your ass dissin', better clap back
That lil'-ass gun, boy, that sh*t whack
Go grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
Play with the Mobb, n*gga got banana clip on the stick tac'
All designer jewelry, n*gga poppin' out with a f*ckin' diamond back
You ain't got no toolie, best believe I'm the one that's tryna get 'em wrapped
Ain't no rules in this Baby Life sh*t, now the n*gga scared to trap
f*ck it, take them n*ggas off the map, mm

[Verse 3: OsamaSon]
She like, "What you doin'?"
I was countin' up, flexin'
We take n*ggas off
Me and my gang not stressin'
Sticked up, where your weapon?
Damn, feds on my ass, yeah
Whip that sh*t too fast, yeah
I can't come in last, yeah
Do the whole damn dash, yeah
Shoot the whole damn mag, yeah
Tats on my neck, yeah
Tats on my abs, yeah
Got these n*ggas mad, yeah
I don't even want your nat, yeah
You can have her back, yeah
Son these n*ggas, dad