Aw, shit, ayy, Jaybihh in this bitch again, and I'm with Dex in this bitch
They done f*cked up man
Ayy, I'm just chilling on this bih right now, boy it's a whole nother style
Lemme tell you sum though
That boy a bitch to me, show him no sympathy
I keep that glock, now that boy is a mystery
He keep on dissing me, now he a memory
My bitch want part of me, she say she proud of me
Don't give a f*ck, don't give you apology
I'm counting this cash like I hit the lottery
Who stopping me, stopping me, stopping me
Like nobody possibly, that shit a mockery
I mean, like, honestly, nobody topping me
These niggas under me, logically
Bitch, I don't want your company, get off of me
Unless you gon' give me esophagus
Super geek moving anonymous, he coach a team Greg Popovich
Not to mention that I'll pop a bitch
Wait, Jay, I got this shit
Slap his bitch ass like his father did
Oh my God
Man, I told you they f*cked up
On God, boy, you did some hot shit boy
It's all good
Let me tell you how I got this shit
Perc, Lean
Perc, Lean
I got that shit that you need
I got your bitch on her knees
I'm getting begged by the feins
I'm steady counting Benji's
Look at that boy, he a fein
I got that glock, wit a beam
Shoot in your face, run in your place
Jump at your house, jump in the safe
Don't give a f*ck, don't leave no trace
I'm finna be better, than that nigga Jace
I thought it was fake, you thought I was gone
I'm off of the perc, leave me alone
I feel like Hit, finna time-skip
Wit da Blick, Travis Scott lit
Make a opp Twitch, just like Elgato
I'm selling white, like Demi Lovato
But she Mexicano, so duck your taco
I stay with a Drake, so YOLO the motto
I always move forward, shout out to Rosco
Hold on a minute, I got the season like KFC chicken
Give you dry shit like a Popeye's biscuit
Biscuit, I'm in a Lexus, the windows tinted
Tinted, cops can't see who in it
I want the green shit like spinach
Wait, what that mean
Young thug want the digits
Sheesh, GEEK
Whip out the meat and she eat
Dick in her mouth, she can't speak
Put a dog bitch on a leash
And I put three sevens on my neck like the days of the week
Hold on Jay, these niggas think it's sweet
F*ck that, I think them niggas really geek
That mean you think these niggas me
Hell nah, niggas couldn't even get a track hot
Me and Jay used to skip class, f*ck a laptop
She sorry as f*ck, like the First Coast Mascot
Dexter Mayo - No Sympathy (feat. Jaybih) Lyrics
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Aw, shit, ayy, Jaybihh in this bitch again, and I'm with Dex in this bitch
They done f*cked up man
Ayy, I'm just chilling on this bih right now, boy it's a whole nother style
Lemme tell you sum though
That boy a bitch to me, show him no sympathy
I keep that glock, now that boy is a mystery
He keep on dissing me, now he a memory
My bitch want part of me, she say she proud of me
Don't give a f*ck, don't give you apology
I'm counting this cash like I hit the lottery
Who stopping me, stopping me, stopping me
Like nobody possibly, that shit a mockery
I mean, like, honestly, nobody topping me
These niggas under me, logically
Bitch, I don't want your company, get off of me
Unless you gon' give me esophagus
Super geek moving anonymous, he coach a team Greg Popovich
Not to mention that I'll pop a bitch
Wait, Jay, I got this shit
Slap his bitch ass like his father did
Oh my God
Man, I told you they f*cked up
On God, boy, you did some hot shit boy
It's all good
Let me tell you how I got this shit
Perc, Lean
Perc, Lean
I got that shit that you need
I got your bitch on her knees
I'm getting begged by the feins
I'm steady counting Benji's
Look at that boy, he a fein
I got that glock, wit a beam
Shoot in your face, run in your place
Jump at your house, jump in the safe
Don't give a f*ck, don't leave no trace
I'm finna be better, than that nigga Jace
I thought it was fake, you thought I was gone
I'm off of the perc, leave me alone
I feel like Hit, finna time-skip
Wit da Blick, Travis Scott lit
Make a opp Twitch, just like Elgato
I'm selling white, like Demi Lovato
But she Mexicano, so duck your taco
I stay with a Drake, so YOLO the motto
I always move forward, shout out to Rosco
Hold on a minute, I got the season like KFC chicken
Give you dry shit like a Popeye's biscuit
Biscuit, I'm in a Lexus, the windows tinted
Tinted, cops can't see who in it
I want the green shit like spinach
Wait, what that mean
Young thug want the digits
Sheesh, GEEK
Whip out the meat and she eat
Dick in her mouth, she can't speak
Put a dog bitch on a leash
And I put three sevens on my neck like the days of the week
Hold on Jay, these niggas think it's sweet
F*ck that, I think them niggas really geek
That mean you think these niggas me
Hell nah, niggas couldn't even get a track hot
Me and Jay used to skip class, f*ck a laptop
She sorry as f*ck, like the First Coast Mascot
They done f*cked up man
Ayy, I'm just chilling on this bih right now, boy it's a whole nother style
Lemme tell you sum though
That boy a bitch to me, show him no sympathy
I keep that glock, now that boy is a mystery
He keep on dissing me, now he a memory
My bitch want part of me, she say she proud of me
Don't give a f*ck, don't give you apology
I'm counting this cash like I hit the lottery
Who stopping me, stopping me, stopping me
Like nobody possibly, that shit a mockery
I mean, like, honestly, nobody topping me
These niggas under me, logically
Bitch, I don't want your company, get off of me
Unless you gon' give me esophagus
Super geek moving anonymous, he coach a team Greg Popovich
Not to mention that I'll pop a bitch
Wait, Jay, I got this shit
Slap his bitch ass like his father did
Oh my God
Man, I told you they f*cked up
On God, boy, you did some hot shit boy
It's all good
Let me tell you how I got this shit
Perc, Lean
Perc, Lean
I got that shit that you need
I got your bitch on her knees
I'm getting begged by the feins
I'm steady counting Benji's
Look at that boy, he a fein
I got that glock, wit a beam
Shoot in your face, run in your place
Jump at your house, jump in the safe
Don't give a f*ck, don't leave no trace
I'm finna be better, than that nigga Jace
I thought it was fake, you thought I was gone
I'm off of the perc, leave me alone
I feel like Hit, finna time-skip
Wit da Blick, Travis Scott lit
Make a opp Twitch, just like Elgato
I'm selling white, like Demi Lovato
But she Mexicano, so duck your taco
I stay with a Drake, so YOLO the motto
I always move forward, shout out to Rosco
Hold on a minute, I got the season like KFC chicken
Give you dry shit like a Popeye's biscuit
Biscuit, I'm in a Lexus, the windows tinted
Tinted, cops can't see who in it
I want the green shit like spinach
Wait, what that mean
Young thug want the digits
Sheesh, GEEK
Whip out the meat and she eat
Dick in her mouth, she can't speak
Put a dog bitch on a leash
And I put three sevens on my neck like the days of the week
Hold on Jay, these niggas think it's sweet
F*ck that, I think them niggas really geek
That mean you think these niggas me
Hell nah, niggas couldn't even get a track hot
Me and Jay used to skip class, f*ck a laptop
She sorry as f*ck, like the First Coast Mascot
Writer: Justin Tucker, Dexter Mayo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid