NO telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
Niggas tryna make me trip
So I'll try to make this quick
Yeah I'm colder than the tip of the iceberg shit
Ima serve you like meat
Get you burned with the heat
From the flames that I spit off the mouth from my wrist
Now your girl choosing sides and you're not on the field
Cause a bunch of niggas balling your bitch cause she cheap
Yeah she thick?
Nah she fat
You the shit?
Nah you crap
Boy you couldn't be jiggy if it stabbed you in the back
Yeah it's facts
Boy don't rap stick to trap cause you trash
If I spazz then be sure that you can't have a chance
I'm the man, with the bands, you my son, understand
How tf you tryna out rhyme a nigga called rhymez
Okay switch flows increase the pace make you slow
I got gold and some hoes, who dig me yeah you know
And I'm cold real cold I could really make it snow
Told your girl to come over now she tryna touch her toes
Ain't that cold
NO telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
I get paid 10 times you niggas salaries (A lot)
I get laid like Tory lanez making melodies (A lot)
You get laid like Dj Khalid losing calories (Not a lot)
Then you lot
Wanking home To the memories (Drip)
Ysl on my waist
DSL a lil bit lower
I ain't had time for no games
No they ain't worth my Casanova
Literally Mehn I just smile
And let my jewelry bend em over
Cumming to the bank too much like it's the last of October
They Like Gates I wanna be you
BC walking through BU (Yea)
Girl looking peng
Give me Top
Hell no I can't b you
Hell no can't call you boo
I was made for the streets
Shoe
She a 8 out of 10
Shoo
Can't be seen in the streets with you
If you owe and you broke
Then that's a Contradiction
Wanna know what I do to the opposition
Kill this niggas 1
Stack their bodies 2
Then Real slow I climb my foes to reach the up position
You in no condition
True like religion
They ain't got the vision
Murder my tradition
Ice sparkle retaliation
If You know me congratulations
Some might ask why
Now you a goat by affiliation
G A T E S
Skip all the Bs
I was born for nothing else
Watch me kill em with finesse
I'm out chea here tryna make it
Intentions are naked
What my purpose in this game
4 words that coming after Tay Keith
Cause I f*ck these niggas up
Then f*ck the girls of all my opps
Till dawn with the flow
Me and Rhymez just warming up
For the music I was meant
Am I next to God correct
Every time I drop a song
I vision Cuban links connect
That's how you kill a track
Hello God
Rhymez the Martian - No Telling (feat. Tega Gates) Lyrics
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NO telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
Niggas tryna make me trip
So I'll try to make this quick
Yeah I'm colder than the tip of the iceberg shit
Ima serve you like meat
Get you burned with the heat
From the flames that I spit off the mouth from my wrist
Now your girl choosing sides and you're not on the field
Cause a bunch of niggas balling your bitch cause she cheap
Yeah she thick?
Nah she fat
You the shit?
Nah you crap
Boy you couldn't be jiggy if it stabbed you in the back
Yeah it's facts
Boy don't rap stick to trap cause you trash
If I spazz then be sure that you can't have a chance
I'm the man, with the bands, you my son, understand
How tf you tryna out rhyme a nigga called rhymez
Okay switch flows increase the pace make you slow
I got gold and some hoes, who dig me yeah you know
And I'm cold real cold I could really make it snow
Told your girl to come over now she tryna touch her toes
Ain't that cold
NO telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
I get paid 10 times you niggas salaries (A lot)
I get laid like Tory lanez making melodies (A lot)
You get laid like Dj Khalid losing calories (Not a lot)
Then you lot
Wanking home To the memories (Drip)
Ysl on my waist
DSL a lil bit lower
I ain't had time for no games
No they ain't worth my Casanova
Literally Mehn I just smile
And let my jewelry bend em over
Cumming to the bank too much like it's the last of October
They Like Gates I wanna be you
BC walking through BU (Yea)
Girl looking peng
Give me Top
Hell no I can't b you
Hell no can't call you boo
I was made for the streets
Shoe
She a 8 out of 10
Shoo
Can't be seen in the streets with you
If you owe and you broke
Then that's a Contradiction
Wanna know what I do to the opposition
Kill this niggas 1
Stack their bodies 2
Then Real slow I climb my foes to reach the up position
You in no condition
True like religion
They ain't got the vision
Murder my tradition
Ice sparkle retaliation
If You know me congratulations
Some might ask why
Now you a goat by affiliation
G A T E S
Skip all the Bs
I was born for nothing else
Watch me kill em with finesse
I'm out chea here tryna make it
Intentions are naked
What my purpose in this game
4 words that coming after Tay Keith
Cause I f*ck these niggas up
Then f*ck the girls of all my opps
Till dawn with the flow
Me and Rhymez just warming up
For the music I was meant
Am I next to God correct
Every time I drop a song
I vision Cuban links connect
That's how you kill a track
Hello God
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
Niggas tryna make me trip
So I'll try to make this quick
Yeah I'm colder than the tip of the iceberg shit
Ima serve you like meat
Get you burned with the heat
From the flames that I spit off the mouth from my wrist
Now your girl choosing sides and you're not on the field
Cause a bunch of niggas balling your bitch cause she cheap
Yeah she thick?
Nah she fat
You the shit?
Nah you crap
Boy you couldn't be jiggy if it stabbed you in the back
Yeah it's facts
Boy don't rap stick to trap cause you trash
If I spazz then be sure that you can't have a chance
I'm the man, with the bands, you my son, understand
How tf you tryna out rhyme a nigga called rhymez
Okay switch flows increase the pace make you slow
I got gold and some hoes, who dig me yeah you know
And I'm cold real cold I could really make it snow
Told your girl to come over now she tryna touch her toes
Ain't that cold
NO telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I don't f*ck with niggas who be snitching
I don't f*ck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low
On the low
I get paid 10 times you niggas salaries (A lot)
I get laid like Tory lanez making melodies (A lot)
You get laid like Dj Khalid losing calories (Not a lot)
Then you lot
Wanking home To the memories (Drip)
Ysl on my waist
DSL a lil bit lower
I ain't had time for no games
No they ain't worth my Casanova
Literally Mehn I just smile
And let my jewelry bend em over
Cumming to the bank too much like it's the last of October
They Like Gates I wanna be you
BC walking through BU (Yea)
Girl looking peng
Give me Top
Hell no I can't b you
Hell no can't call you boo
I was made for the streets
Shoe
She a 8 out of 10
Shoo
Can't be seen in the streets with you
If you owe and you broke
Then that's a Contradiction
Wanna know what I do to the opposition
Kill this niggas 1
Stack their bodies 2
Then Real slow I climb my foes to reach the up position
You in no condition
True like religion
They ain't got the vision
Murder my tradition
Ice sparkle retaliation
If You know me congratulations
Some might ask why
Now you a goat by affiliation
G A T E S
Skip all the Bs
I was born for nothing else
Watch me kill em with finesse
I'm out chea here tryna make it
Intentions are naked
What my purpose in this game
4 words that coming after Tay Keith
Cause I f*ck these niggas up
Then f*ck the girls of all my opps
Till dawn with the flow
Me and Rhymez just warming up
For the music I was meant
Am I next to God correct
Every time I drop a song
I vision Cuban links connect
That's how you kill a track
Hello God
Writer: Prosper Ezumoha, Tega Edah-Dike
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Rhymez the Martian
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Prosper Ezumoha, Tega Edah-Dike