No Chorus lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, huh, huh
I'ma ride this whole motherf*ckin' beat without a chorus
Look, huh, I'm a— uh (J-J-J-J-JR)
Mm, mm, nah, nah, nah, uh
Huh, huh, I'ma ride this whole f*ckin' beat without a chorus
I'm like a poet
Look, look, look

[Verse]
I'm in the trap dope spottin', doin' the macarena
Smokers steady knockin' on the door, I got this b*tch beatin'
Uh-huh, federal agent got my trap spot under surveillance
You'll think I was in a Scat how I'm dodgin' cases
You'd think I'm a quarterback, call me Troy Aikman
We in Dallas, ballin' like the Mavericks, I got Ben Franklin
Uh-huh, tell the DJ run it back, this that Walter Payton
Graduated out the streets, now a n*gga famous
Uh, call me Zootie Mitch, I'm always money makin'
You ain't really out here in thе streets, stop pump fakin'
Pocket full of dead white pеople, how the f*ck I'm racist?
They overrated, I don't wanna drive no f*ckin' Mercedes
Your ho rode this di*k like a stick shift
Face down, toot that ass up like a chandelier
I don't wanna know your name, I just wanna f*ck
Baby, sit down on this di*k 'cause it's standin' up
All gold Forgi rims, ho, these ain't Rucci's
b*tch, I'm 'bout to drop my first tape, salute me or shoot me
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, they act like groupies
I was in my prison cell, locked up smokin' Tunechi
I'm the motherf*ckin' largest, put that on my Zootie
Charlamagne mention my name wrong, I'ma up toolie
I ain't no f*ckin' industry rapper, I just make music
Get this poor-ass n*gga out the trap, he don't know how to move it
I'm in that mode right now, ho, I'm groovin'
I'm on that Perc' and I'm geekin' like a college student
I don't wanna hear your music, bruh, that sh*t pootie
I don't wanna hear your music, boy, that sh*t pootie
Candy apple color paint lookin' like a now-and-later
I'm gettin' money right now, motherf*ck a hater
I'm gettin' money right now, bae, I'll see you later
Zootie Mafia forever, I'm a paper chaser
[Outro]
Uh, mm, mm, nah, nah, nah, uh