No Emotions Video (MV)

Ayy, Echo, turn it up
Yeah, yeah
4zz, Double RG

Lit Avery told me bros you hard, you gotta keep on going
If you ain't see his body drop, nigga, keep on blowing
All these niggas envious and hating, but don't never show it
You see the arraa out the jeans, that's Kris Vector poking
You see the arraa out the jeans, that's a whole 40
The way I'm finger f*cking on the Glock you think my pole horny
Ain't on that block I know that hoe, side of town be boring
Wok the block up when we hopped out, and had the K roaring

Sk a demon, bitch I'm knowing he gon' face some
I'm so EBK, he moving shady, I'll bake my cousin
You can't say it's fonk, but when you see me, niggas ain't on nun

Dribble thru they section, I'm the star player gettin' buckets
4500, me and Tay was really block hugging
Yeah, we both got poles, but there's a difference, he is not busting
Real janky, if I see yo chain, then boy you better tuck it
Stupid, flashing money around the gang, cause we gon' be like f*ck it

Ain't crashing out, but I see shush
I'ma keep on gunnin'
Baddest f*ck, every time I see them niggas, they be runnin'
You ain't really on that, nigga get up off the gram frontin'
And you don't got a bag, flashing them 20's boy, that's 300

Nigga, like that is not motion
My brother died and he ain't coming back, so I got no emotions
I just poe'd a line inside my Sprite, this my pain potion
Blocked the bitch, cause she keep on complaining, like she hate hoeing
Button Boyz, every single pole we got come with a fully
I snuck baby a inside the function, put it in my hoodie
Lashed the bitch out of everything she got, cause she won't sell her goodies
I won't say his name, but when I see him, I'm gon' do it to him

Aye, Mari, what you on, I'm in that mode
I'm gon' push up on a nerd nigga, if he crackin' 4zz
This is AMG, but I'm gon' push it like a stolen load
Crazy it's like 6 poles, and it's just only me and bro
It's still free Drako man I can't wait till brother comin' home
See a nigga from 2300, then I'm gettin' on
Yo brother died, and niggas still ain't slide, but steady making songs
Took the homie pole, cause he don't slide like am I in the wrong

Yeah, maybe that'll teach his ass a lesson
You ain't tryna hoop, but on the net, nigga keep on stepping
I know these niggas trying to get me, so I keep my weapon
Paranoid, I know the boys ain't here, but I keep on checkin'
Double hands on the AR-P, and aim it at his necklace
Creepin' thru they section, me and bro can shit been gettin' hectic
I just threw a 50 on 27, now the stick neglected
Now that nigga six feet, because he kept on talking reckless

Because he kept on talking out his neck
I don't want the bitch if she ain't thinking bout handing the check
Mention brother name, and it's a guarantee you get a stretched
7.62s coming out that A uh pierce him on his chest