No Chorus (feat. Gino2x) - Tastey Michelle

Fool dat Stephen dats it dats it dats it Mi ah kill dem widout even ah Niggas be killin' Aaaaye ah warn to dem Warn dem innu Stephen Becaa mi evil Warn to dem Dem tracin like Denise But when mi rifle squeeze Bwoy deh pon di freeza ah freeze Buss di special till it breeze Gangsta nuh tek nuh leave Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees Wid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war Bite pon mi name, like ahcuit war Ay fag tell you frag this is not kids war Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar Now di bwoy dem panicking Caa dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin Di fuss head buss him vomiting Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa Mek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa Real killa bagga chattin mi nuh read inna Mi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa Mek mi tell yuh something bout real killa Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel unna Rifle buss thru yuh shield unna Yuh fren dem ah yuh pall bearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket Put di body ah di spot right where di box keep Park di Chiney K di Russian chopstick Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick Nuh Ah bere sittin, ah bere sittin Aye Ah pay sittin, ah nuh play sittin Stephen play di riddim nuh delay sittin Long time Jamaica nuh hear mi slay sittin Run up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh Stuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to Black blunt rise n bleach out head blacker to Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer to Di Gully Gad n there ain't no damn other to And motherfcuker don't tell mi bout yuh madda to I'm so mad I'll murder yuh bredda to Yuh tracin like Dawn and Ava to If yuh don't know nuttin bout real, real, real blue steel Mi naa talk nuh cart wheel Bumbohole head spin like mi van wheel If yuh don't know real killa Mek mi tell yuh bout real killa Real killa bagga lippin mi nuh read inna Stephen! Stephen ah mi yuh send fa Ah dat di bumbohole dem life jus end fa Inna war ah it mi get ten outta ten fa I'm mentally crazy remember Mad! Weh di bumboclaat do dem Dem mad like mi? Dem mad like mi? Wen mi seh sick mi naa talk sick fi public Mi ah talk, mi nuh even ah talk mentally sick Mi born sick Bwoy start mi gun neva stick Dem bwoy jus ah lip Mi naa haffi use mi gun mi wi use ice pick So if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa Don't

Them niggas get the fuck down Right mothafuckin' now Told 'em to get the fuck down Right mothafuckin' now Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size I get the ass like a car ride She taller than me and got nice thighs I bend her over to my side (yo) My drug dealer said that the price rised Now it's no more Mr. nice guy (yo) I set that boy up about four times I hit the man with the clothes line (yeah) Fuck 12 all my niggas just duck 12 12 guage make a nigga taste buck shells Three times four niggas that's twelve I can't trust these niggas they singin' like maxwell Back in the days I had me a nextell Fuck on your bitch in a neck well When you get the green without a yard sale They sayin' you move weight like a barbell (that's deep) Smokin' on gas OG Three for the 10 buyin' ass nigga you too cheap They say they didn't want me in memphis in may Well I'm in this bitch I got drake in the jeep No cap I got drake in the jeep He like to ride under my seat I got a bitch named keiana, she work at le bouhner She go get my money for me I heard the opps talkin' everyday But it feel like these niggas runnin' from me Yesterday I spent 'bout 200k Nigga like it was nothing to me I count that money to sleep (yeah) Let's load up them glocks and have fun for a week That bitch got ass, it's petite I don't know, I'm a crip, so you know I'm a c Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size I get the ass like a car ride She taller than me and got nice thighs I bend her over to my side My drug dealer said that the price rised Now it's no more Mr. nice guy I set that boy up about four times I hit the man with the clothes line All this fooey as Louis Burberry and Gucci Lil' nigga your clothes lyin' I hit your bitch from the back And I smack on her booty Now that means your hoe mine He got a fresh fade from Matt bands Put a hole in head he got no line He got a scholarship from St. France Add another one now he got no mind Don't shake hands with the opps, bitch we ain't with the partnerships Nine to his head Igoudala shit I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andre You could say this Igoudala ship I need a bitch that look some like Beyonce But she gotta have Rihanna hips I'm 'bout that action no verb, I say just one word And you'll see 100 crips I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson I got so many bitches, can run a marathon Quit all that Instagram cappin' you don't really carry guns And that lil' hoe that you lovin' That's the bitch we sharin' on (nigga) Late night creep, I been searching for 'em for a week I found his ID, I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep This a IG, bitch I be thuggin' hard in the streets I saw a young nigga lose his heart in the streets The nigga shot your nigga in the car that was me That was me, that was me Search for 'bout 5 days Shoot with two hands not sideways You on that gunplay Doo-doo-doo-doin' what that gun say Leave a man dead in his driveway Mean muggin' the shit this that I play Hop on him first that's what I say Can't let today be my die day Hop of that porch with a glock like it's Friday Nah I ain't Craig I'm walking 'round this bitch like I'm debo I'ma put the gun to his head, make him get low They gas a nigga up at the citgo A nigga got the ups 'Cause the truck that we got is a rental 30 on me hangin' out long like a limo Fuck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo Call up the plug and tell him to send more (I need that shit now nigga) Crips on the left side (lots) Bloods on the right side These niggas hoes they play in the middle But we know them bitches ain't gon' ride I got a bitch, she straight out the west But I'm 'bout to show her the eastside Gang unit constantly asking these questions But I cannot show y'all my C side (no talkin') I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (yup) Fuck wrong with these guys I keep the strap in my car when I go to court Police see me, I throw peace signs A lot of opps niggas sayin' they gon' get rich Well lil' bitch just keep tryin' Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit I don't know why them bitches keep dying On crip Them niggas get the fuck down Right mothafuckin' now Told 'em to get the fuck down Right mothafuckin' now