No Caption (feat. Tay Curry) Video (MV)

I say pull up on yo block and burn rubber call it hot wheel
F*ckin' with my family stupid nigga get yo top peeled
Been around too many suckas these niggas is not real
Ain't duckin' action hit reverse f*ck nigga I'm outchea
Call me a stripper cuz I always stay with poles
And these sticks that I got yeah they bound to leave some holes
Ain't duckin no action bullets bound to take a soul
Choppa eat a nigga up from his head down to his toes
Tryna stay up out the field but imma f*ck around and let 'em fly
Too many niggas lookin' for me really ain't no tellin' why
No telling why opps steady creeping f*ck the otha side
Clutchin' on this heat I make 'em burn like its the summer time
Yeah you see I love a stripper bounce that ass in them stiletto's
And I like my bitches bad boujee ratchet from the ghetto
Send them slugs through his neck make 'em sick give 'em strep throat
The ballers in my court I'm droppin buckets like I'm Melo
I light niggas up LED like they a Christmas tree cant f*ck with me
I always carry metal like them braces be I stay with heat
Y'all niggas know what's real y'all ain't gon' play with me
Yeah my niggas always clappin back but ain't no jubilee
Touch down in my end zone yeah I'm bout' to kick doors
Talkin' like you bout it yeen bout it boy I been on
Brodies in the back he got the choppa told 'em reload
Roll 'em like a blunt and lace it down likes it's a premo
Caught 'em out of bounds up that thang start bussin'
It's a flag on the play consequences repercussions aye
Fourth quarter pressure ain't no time for discussion
Imma walk a nigga down and hit stick on his helmet
Drew Brees in this field boy I really been a vet
Imma pump fake that hoe pass that bitch to the next
Put a Nike on his head green light and its a check uh
Big glock forties send that fire at his chest
We popping out with them stick
We got extended clips
We living how we wanna ain't no stoppin' us for shit
Talking cash shit real big we don't do no little shit
I like my money long and blue don't really like to split listen
Imma different type of breed I had to let y'all know
My niggas comin' in stampedes if you touch me though
And hell yeah I can fight I got that blicky though
I up one for my niggas if they bussin then we kickin' doors
Sin city it's the land of the great
Yeah I'm the hottest female out y'all can't compare ain't no debate
I catch niggas slippin' like a cold in winter states
Yeah I'll wipe a niggas nose and get 'em cleaned up for his death date
I put that fire to his dome we call those niggas candle sticks
I let that choppa rain cuz I'm the one who really handle shit
Have his ass meet a pit and I'm nit talkin' Brad Pitt
I put these niggas six feet under have his homies postin' RIP
Six niggas 10 bitches and we all gone
Tell 'em don't move shit it's a stick up I need all of it
Bout to link with my niggas goon shit and we all thuggin
Knock up on the door we out the back shit ain't no talkin when the law is comin'
Stupid dumb retarded imma foo be on that ratchet shit
Yellin shawty top me up I passed her you can have the bitch
Catch a nigga lacking send my youngin' go and handle it
Put you on the news and shit where body bags and camera's at
Yeah he talkin like he reckless like he steppin you ain't on that
Tweaking in my section and I'm asking where the dope
Bout to have this bitch jumping like the nineties its a throw back
Name ring bells pussy nigga you ain't know that
Tay Curry with that muthaf*ckin' thirty bitch
Keep a pistol and I guarantee it's dirty bitch
Ain't neva sleepin' guarantee I'm out here workin' bitch
I'm in my zone I'm off a Xan I might got merk a bitch murder shit