No Back Bone lyrics

[Intro]
Load me up, IV

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost]
Yeah, yeah, uh
What the f*ck is all that gossip 'bout?
It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down
Nah, that ain't my b*tch, that's just a toss around
I got the streets, though, I'm covering a lot of ground
I'm takin' over, running to that bank and I can't take it slower
Came up out the rock like my name was Hova
Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a soldier
Yeah this thing is ours like La Cosa Nostra
Coca Cola, baking soda
Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus
n*ggas sending shots and I don't even notice
True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses
Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses
Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh
My bad, I meant the sea
If you ask about mе, I'm everything I'm meant to bе
My darg in that jammy got a quarter century
My other darg in that trap, he got a quarter of them kis
All I do is talk about the streets
That rat came home and he got corn within a week
Shh, yeah, shouldn't even speak
Very short fuse with a very long reach
All I do is win, I've had a very long streak
Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet
Me and you ain't size, n*gga, don't know who lied to ya
I can see the b*tch behind that twinkle in your eye, n*gga
Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die with ya
I won't say slatt but for that pack you get slimed, n*gga
In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker
And I got money on my mind, n*gga
Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure
I'm still gang, I ain't no side switcher
[Chorus: Aystar]
n*ggas switchin' sides
They ain't got no backbone
Lil n*gga, I'm in the bits
With a bulldog with no backbone
That phone's rang twice
n*gga don't be callin' that no traphone
See me lying down with a MAC prone
If it's beef, you don't want that smoke
Get dragged in a Jeep, left in the street, all bloody and weak
It's bloody and peak
If I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze
Yeah, got you duckin' from sweets
Now I'm duckin' from police
On the run from the beef

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Won't forget it
n*ggas out here so pathetic
Thinkin' that it's copasetic
Boxed in like a sandwich, n*ggas gon' baguette it
Glocks out and them ballys, n*ggas gon' regret it
Box him, chicken sandwich, n*ggas gon' fillet it
Oh, you want a challenge? n*ggas known to set it
Keys like DJ Khaled, n*ggas known to get it
n*ggas so invalid and they owe me credit
n*ggas pickin sides and they flippin' biased
Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tires
And man picked up my star and I'm sick and tired
Just zipped my flies, I'm the flippin' flyest
n*ggas tellin' lies and they quick to buy it
n*ggas gonna die cuz they quick to try it, yeah
Show them hella times but their clique deny it
Shot at man in June, he got pitched July-ish
Straight up, had to bun him
I know that it's sad but n*gga had it coming
Even when it's winter, n*ggas brang the sun in
Hundred miles of runnin', had to bash his skull in
Even when it's boring, n*ggas add some fun in
Finger in her pus*y and my thumb in
n*gga, I'm the dumbest, brang my gun in
They say Hollow's gully and they love him
Yeah, lightest talkin'
Man ain't talkin' shorts but mandem tried to short him
I don't like to talk, just stick my knife and fork in
n*ggas talkin' powers like they're mighty-morphin'
n*ggas get it right, I want the nicest portion
Who's these little f–s that they like endorsing?
Talkin' porky pies, I got the right to pork him
Man, that pus*y good, that get the right endorphins
[Chorus: Aystar]
n*ggas switchin' sides
They ain't got no backbone
Lil n*gga, I'm in the bits
With a bulldog with no backbone
That phone's rang twice
n*gga don't be callin' that no traphone
See me lying down with a MAC prone
If it's beef, you don't want that smoke
Get dragged in a Jeep, left in the street, all bloody and weak
It's bloody and peak
If I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze
Yeah, got you duckin' from sweets
Now I'm duckin' from police
On the run from the beef, skrrt