No Fly Zone lyrics

[Intro]
You know what the f*ck going on man
I'm on gangway posted up with the sticks n*gga
Yeah, you know how the f*ck I'm rocking man
(Dolan Imma keep this one)
Yeah
Sito, Sito, Sito

[Verse 1]
Pour a deuce in the drank now it's corrupted
Yeah, .357 you know I can't tuck it
All my n*ggas hop out bussing
Quickdraw got his pus*y ass ducking
Pop a n*gga now it's end of discussion
My b*tch strapped up, she ain't going for nothing
No fly zone man I feel like Slim Dunkin
If he acting crazy, know that I'm upping
Face shots we ain't doing no fussing
All my n*ggas trained to go, they be bussing
I got a plug he a Muslim
Pints in, I get this sh*t by the dozen
I'm cutthroat man I just robbed my cousin
Alotta foreign b*tches but I can't love em
That 40. on me I ain't tussling
I hop out popping n*ggas, yeah I did it for nothing
I'm fronting that pack all the time, you know I be hustling
Sipping that fake drink yeah I gave his ass 'tussin
[Bridge]
Yeah man you know how the f*ck we rock n*gga
Welcome to Clayton County
Gangway sh*t
Aka Jurassic Park

[Verse 2]
I'm f*cking your b*tch she corrupted
I stay with that Uzi on me, yeah you know I be bussing
A n*gga not real right then you know we gon dub him
I didn't have sh*t so you know I came up from nothing
Got some shooters, they from Dublin
Dirty stick on me, yeah you know this stick is corrupted
I'm f*ckin' yo' main b*tch then I pass her to my cousin
You ain't got a body, why you n*ggas talkin' 'bout nothing
How you got a body but you a b*tch
I still got a firearm in the trench
No white flags, if you wanna go to war it's lit
I really be sending them hits
Shoot a n*gga in his sh*t
Shoot a n*gga with that stick
FN on me and that sh*t don't got no kick
Shoot a n*gga in front of his b*tch
I was 12 years old when I hit my first lick
Riding around popping n*ggas on the back strip
Back then we was banging on that hat sh*t
Fast forward to the day we on that trap sh*t
Hit him with the stick, he just did a backflip
Yeah, sh*t get cold like Minnesota
I ride with that FN I don't need a holster
I'm rich slime so you know that I need a chauffeur
I'm real mob tied, know it's Cosa Nostra
I been laying on the Perc, I feel like a vulture
That Draco on me shoulder-strap on my shoulder
I paint your sh*t up, now his ass finna turn yo ass over
I'm in a SR I'm finna upgrade my motor
I'm in the projects where I grew up, a n*gga got older
Military stick on me, man you know I'm a soldier
I got too lit, I just poured the Wock' in the soda
I'm smoking that opp pack, yeah I'm smoking that doja
I shot his ass thirty times, man you know that sh*t over
I slimed a n*gga yeah it's over
That n*gga got whacked tryna reach, I slumped his ass over
I got a lil spanish plug and he be moving like Sosa
That face shot killed a n*gga now his ass on a poster
I'm foreign whipping but I just did a drill in a packed corolla
That bankroll on me, thick as f*ck like a folder
Yeah, I been serving like my father
I been smoking like a Rasta
I got alotta Dracos, they in my casa
Just like Mad Max all my shooters pop sh*t like shottas
And my choppa spitting hot lava
Yall pus*y n*ggas know that yall dont want problems
That b*tch bad as f*ck but she go 'round like some karma
That b*tch out here thottin', got that sh*t from her momma