CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Cop Outs
(I got so much Enrgy)
Hoo
b*t*h
Alright
n***as can't get his aim right, it's like the screen glitchin'
I got some bread on the floor like when you feed pigeons
Plain Sprite, add a six of Wock', I just remixed it
Sorry, bae, I can't f**k you longer than fifteen minutes
Hey, unless I'm off a Perc'
Gave her ass a thirty-minute break like when she go to work
n***a came a thousand dollars short, gave him a weak verse
I'm high as hell, my b*t*h wanna suck d**k, I gotta pee first
I'm better than that blunt you fire up after you clock out
Bro tryna scam, threw his ass a punch, that's a knockout
Got into a scuffle with my pastor, whipped the Glock out
Bro don't f**k with club, but if I say the word, he'll pop out
The federales gave me sixty months, I shouldn't've copped out
Sixty racks on an old school, I'm finna pop out
Walkin' through a n***a b*t*h crib with my c*ck out
He tryna flex with his AP, I shot the clock out it
Baby Ghost trippin' with the stick, he off a bar probably
Just drunk a four of Wockhardt straight, got my heart poundin'
It's crazy, a little shootout turned to a car promise
I'll rap the whole f**kin' beat, I won't start stoppin'
Bought my lil' b*t*h a Malibu, she havin' car problems
I spend damn near twelve racks goin' Dior shoppin'
Coke plug answered the phone, he in PR probably
He just drunk a fake pint, he gotta fart probably
I don't really f**k with clubs or be bar hoppin'
Aventador, Wraith, or Hellcat, I'm havin' car options
n***a didn't use his head right, I knocked the heart out him
Turn into Picasso with this K and make some art out you
Crystal clear when I paint the picture, got my palms sweatin'
Flew out to catch another package, I'm Jerome Bettis
f**kin' every night off them Percs got me longwinded
Ninety racks in this old school, it got a chrome engine
Perc-30 hittin' hard as hell, got my tongue itchin'
Dropped thirty shots, that ain't enough, I stuffed drum in it
PLR so motherf**kin' light, I can run with it
E popped a Perc' and got some head from a drunk midget
I'm finna beat a n***a ass, who wanna punch with me?
Drunk so much drank, n***a, I probably got one kidney
Everything on me tonight, I got a chump with me
Probably the only n***a walkin' through my hood with a hun'-fifty
Fully loaded AR pistol, I drop a hundiddy
Bro, my nerves bad, smoke a blunt with me
Woke up off a pint with a b*t*h I never seen, we ain't f**k, did we?
You ain't never seen me leavin' Somerset with my trunk empty
Drum came on the Glock 23, I'll dump fifty
Huh? I got twin with me
We ain't got twin intuitions, we got twin glizzies
Cheese melted on me with the pepper like Steel City
I don't want the pu**y from the b*t*h 'cause it smell p*ssy
Dropped a couple twenties on the b*t*h, she gave me good head
Threw her forty more, she sucked up bro, she didn't need no bed
Tryna run a bag up like that sh*t on Uzi forehead
You gotta come and grab some loud today, I don't got no meds
'Bout to hit a hundred in the Chevy, not a white Charger
I ain't never had a daughter, but she think I'm her father
I was droppin' strap up in a b*t*h and then you called her
No, I'm not in women's basketball, but I'm a pro baller
Before I came here, I was bustin', sold a hundred pounds
Now my back hurt 'cause I was rushin' to lay this verse down
It must've paid off 'cause Mike and Rio want a verse now
Smoked a fat 'Wood, that sh*t was thicker than my eyebrows
Hoo
b*t*h
Alright
n***as can't get his aim right, it's like the screen glitchin'
I got some bread on the floor like when you feed pigeons
Plain Sprite, add a six of Wock', I just remixed it
Sorry, bae, I can't f**k you longer than fifteen minutes
Hey, unless I'm off a Perc'
Gave her ass a thirty-minute break like when she go to work
n***a came a thousand dollars short, gave him a weak verse
I'm high as hell, my b*t*h wanna suck d**k, I gotta pee first
I'm better than that blunt you fire up after you clock out
Bro tryna scam, threw his ass a punch, that's a knockout
Got into a scuffle with my pastor, whipped the Glock out
Bro don't f**k with club, but if I say the word, he'll pop out
The federales gave me sixty months, I shouldn't've copped out
Sixty racks on an old school, I'm finna pop out
Walkin' through a n***a b*t*h crib with my c*ck out
He tryna flex with his AP, I shot the clock out it
Baby Ghost trippin' with the stick, he off a bar probably
Just drunk a four of Wockhardt straight, got my heart poundin'
It's crazy, a little shootout turned to a car promise
I'll rap the whole f**kin' beat, I won't start stoppin'
Bought my lil' b*t*h a Malibu, she havin' car problems
I spend damn near twelve racks goin' Dior shoppin'
Coke plug answered the phone, he in PR probably
He just drunk a fake pint, he gotta fart probably
I don't really f**k with clubs or be bar hoppin'
Aventador, Wraith, or Hellcat, I'm havin' car options
n***a didn't use his head right, I knocked the heart out him
Turn into Picasso with this K and make some art out you
Crystal clear when I paint the picture, got my palms sweatin'
Flew out to catch another package, I'm Jerome Bettis
f**kin' every night off them Percs got me longwinded
Ninety racks in this old school, it got a chrome engine
Perc-30 hittin' hard as hell, got my tongue itchin'
Dropped thirty shots, that ain't enough, I stuffed drum in it
PLR so motherf**kin' light, I can run with it
E popped a Perc' and got some head from a drunk midget
I'm finna beat a n***a ass, who wanna punch with me?
Drunk so much drank, n***a, I probably got one kidney
Everything on me tonight, I got a chump with me
Probably the only n***a walkin' through my hood with a hun'-fifty
Fully loaded AR pistol, I drop a hundiddy
Bro, my nerves bad, smoke a blunt with me
Woke up off a pint with a b*t*h I never seen, we ain't f**k, did we?
You ain't never seen me leavin' Somerset with my trunk empty
Drum came on the Glock 23, I'll dump fifty
Huh? I got twin with me
We ain't got twin intuitions, we got twin glizzies
Cheese melted on me with the pepper like Steel City
I don't want the pu**y from the b*t*h 'cause it smell p*ssy
Dropped a couple twenties on the b*t*h, she gave me good head
Threw her forty more, she sucked up bro, she didn't need no bed
Tryna run a bag up like that sh*t on Uzi forehead
You gotta come and grab some loud today, I don't got no meds
'Bout to hit a hundred in the Chevy, not a white Charger
I ain't never had a daughter, but she think I'm her father
I was droppin' strap up in a b*t*h and then you called her
No, I'm not in women's basketball, but I'm a pro baller
Before I came here, I was bustin', sold a hundred pounds
Now my back hurt 'cause I was rushin' to lay this verse down
It must've paid off 'cause Mike and Rio want a verse now
Smoked a fat 'Wood, that sh*t was thicker than my eyebrows
