Making moves...bending rules learn the formula
Don't grind u won't eat next be the coroner
A man wit no drive can't run with us
You useless like Drummond when he posting up
Who you really are isn't what u posting up
I can read thru the caption that u don't really live what u throwing up
We called ya bluff...u not strong enough
I just count the bread while the weed rolling up
LOM i learn that when i was growing up
I'm from that x no runnin no Folding Up
I'm in lab...just working yea loading up
This that raw uncut u ain't dope enough
Let it hit ya vein...this that gas that'll open up ya chest n lift ya brain
I'm in a different kinda lane
Buried niggaz...u already kno the gang
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
I said cash rules everything around me
Swimming in this money n this pussy hope it drowns me
If he acting shaky tell him to stay the f*ck from around me
Ten rounds in the glock turn him into ground beef
I was just asleep minding my business until these niggaz woke me
Heard this faggot never put work in he claiming OG
Caught this niggaz slippin it's ticking its's not a rollie
Ran up on him masked up ninja gaiden shinobi
I retired with my team like Micheal Jordan and Kobe
You quick to run your mouth when i pop up you call the police
You ain't touch the court why the f*ck you holding a trophy
Live tv talking chips and dip and y'all promoted
Switch the subject ion do murders without no motive
Jury looking nervous i patiently wait the verdict
I never make mistakes if i spit it that shit is perfect
Murk him leave him dead on his belly you f*cking serpent
My name joon by the way underdog gang yeah
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
Def Soulja - No Mistakes (feat. Joon Jukx) Lyrics
Def Soulja - No Mistakes (feat. Joon Jukx) Lyrics
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Making moves...bending rules learn the formula
Don't grind u won't eat next be the coroner
A man wit no drive can't run with us
You useless like Drummond when he posting up
Who you really are isn't what u posting up
I can read thru the caption that u don't really live what u throwing up
We called ya bluff...u not strong enough
I just count the bread while the weed rolling up
LOM i learn that when i was growing up
I'm from that x no runnin no Folding Up
I'm in lab...just working yea loading up
This that raw uncut u ain't dope enough
Let it hit ya vein...this that gas that'll open up ya chest n lift ya brain
I'm in a different kinda lane
Buried niggaz...u already kno the gang
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
I said cash rules everything around me
Swimming in this money n this pussy hope it drowns me
If he acting shaky tell him to stay the f*ck from around me
Ten rounds in the glock turn him into ground beef
I was just asleep minding my business until these niggaz woke me
Heard this faggot never put work in he claiming OG
Caught this niggaz slippin it's ticking its's not a rollie
Ran up on him masked up ninja gaiden shinobi
I retired with my team like Micheal Jordan and Kobe
You quick to run your mouth when i pop up you call the police
You ain't touch the court why the f*ck you holding a trophy
Live tv talking chips and dip and y'all promoted
Switch the subject ion do murders without no motive
Jury looking nervous i patiently wait the verdict
I never make mistakes if i spit it that shit is perfect
Murk him leave him dead on his belly you f*cking serpent
My name joon by the way underdog gang yeah
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
Don't grind u won't eat next be the coroner
A man wit no drive can't run with us
You useless like Drummond when he posting up
Who you really are isn't what u posting up
I can read thru the caption that u don't really live what u throwing up
We called ya bluff...u not strong enough
I just count the bread while the weed rolling up
LOM i learn that when i was growing up
I'm from that x no runnin no Folding Up
I'm in lab...just working yea loading up
This that raw uncut u ain't dope enough
Let it hit ya vein...this that gas that'll open up ya chest n lift ya brain
I'm in a different kinda lane
Buried niggaz...u already kno the gang
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
I said cash rules everything around me
Swimming in this money n this pussy hope it drowns me
If he acting shaky tell him to stay the f*ck from around me
Ten rounds in the glock turn him into ground beef
I was just asleep minding my business until these niggaz woke me
Heard this faggot never put work in he claiming OG
Caught this niggaz slippin it's ticking its's not a rollie
Ran up on him masked up ninja gaiden shinobi
I retired with my team like Micheal Jordan and Kobe
You quick to run your mouth when i pop up you call the police
You ain't touch the court why the f*ck you holding a trophy
Live tv talking chips and dip and y'all promoted
Switch the subject ion do murders without no motive
Jury looking nervous i patiently wait the verdict
I never make mistakes if i spit it that shit is perfect
Murk him leave him dead on his belly you f*cking serpent
My name joon by the way underdog gang yeah
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
Live from the 718...get it str8
Make a way or get out the way...no mistakes
Writer: Def Soulja
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid