No Church (feat. JB Sleeze & Say Drilly) - DJ Wetem

Gang, gang (bitch) Five times seven bullets rip you apart Beep, beep Gang, gang, gang You know how the fuck we rockin', man (know how the fuck we rock, bitch) Free Santana, man, free J Roc, free Sticky Free Pimpyz, man (free Pimpyz, bitch) Free Tay-K Gang, haha You-you-you was on some opp shit I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick (grraa, grraa) Rockstar nigga (gang), now I need a rock bitch (beep) We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we pop out with mops (graa) You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot (beep, beep) I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard) She thought it was my cock, but my Glock very hard School was very hard (gang), bitch, I'm very hard (gang) Tay-K very hard (hard), Tay-K fairly odd Chop-chop-chopper with a blade, 'cause my bitch goth (bitch) 1911, Ma I'll leave you with a scar (beep, gang) My mama so hard (gang), my daddy go hard (gang) Tay-K fairly odd, Tay-K very hard (bitch) This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd Chopper with a blade, it's gon' rip you apart You's a monkey nigga, so we knock your tree apart (bitch) Bullets aim far (haha), bullets aim far Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard (yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm very hard, bitch, I'm very hard (uh huh, that's on my mama, hard) Rock like a guitar ('tar), draw down on a opp (huh) While he smokin' in his car (car), we gon' smoke 'em like a 'gar ('gar) .9 and a TEC (TEC), leave a nigga wet (wet) Smokin' so much gas (gas, gas, gas), I think that I can fuel a jet You niggas are nothin' but some workers (workers) Internet lurkers (lurkers), searchers (searchers), stay up out my circle (my circle) He-He talk down on Internet, hurt him (Crip), murk him (hurt) Dirt him (hurt), white tee (hey), picture on a shirt him, ayy (shirt) Can't fuck with an opp, bitch (opp, bitch) AR-15 and that ho come with a stock, bitch (stock, bitch) Bloc Nation, nigga (nigga), so I need a Block bitch (block bitch) He was talkin' trash, put his ass in the garbage (garbage) You-you-you was on some opp shit I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick (grraa, grraa) Rockstar nigga (gang), now I need a rock bitch (beep) We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we pop out with mops (graa) You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot (beep, beep) I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard) She thought it was my cock, but my Glock very hard Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard Bitch, I'm very hard, bitch, I'm very hard

Hello? See I'm sittin' down in my whip and I'm just Tryna figure out how I can go to church as I is, I mean as I am I'm not a bad guy, I've been tellin' all of my partners, "It ain't no scam" Even when I got jammed up, I told the lady cop, "Yes ma'am" And I just had a court case Why you judgin' me too? There ain't even what the Bible say you supposed to love me too I was in the mud, you supposed to pull me up You just dragged me through I was poppin' all the pills You ain't pray for me You just drugged me too Comin' up I was bumpin' that Cross Movement They was callin' it thuggin' music Gospel gangsta, when I'm walkin' in You want the fake daps and fake hugs music When they hear the strip club music They gon' gеt the instrumental If I play "Fettuccinе" for the strippers I bet they get real sentimental, uh Life is like a box of colored pencils And tryna write the rules with no utensils You lookin' so stupid, plain and simple You might as well vandalize the temple You might as well go to Heaven and tell God "Move, step aside, allow me" (Pssh) That's crazy You ain't finna get strucked 'round me And I know Christ died for us, but that ain't make you king I put it on angel wings I'm ten Why you give me the run-around? We on the same team Why you keep crabbin' on my lifestyle? That's Eugene, see, look I don't wanna just walk around Feelin' sad inside, that's blue genes Yeah, I don't care if y'all sittin' there watchin' me That's you stream I don't care about your made-up philosophy I read Proverbs, fool What you mean "Get up off the stage, right now"? You came to my concert, fool It ain't even gotta be like this But I'm fed up, man They be sayin' I'm prideful when I got my head up, man Why you tryna come fight me? You ain't even squared up, man I don't want no smoke 'cause The gang might tear it up, man I feel like, now, I feel like my spiritual walk Is a lot better than where it was I think because I did grow up in the church and I had this It was like this pressure to go every Sunday Yeah, uh, ayy No church in a while, God Please help out your child I'm pandemic to my limits and they treatin' me so foul I was tryna help my people feel like Moses for a minute But these people call me fake and tell they children not to listen I thought we was family I thought we was kin, deeper than our skin I thought we was blood Covered by it for our deepest sins I ain't been to church in quite a min' Partially because I'm nervous That these folks won't let me in I be feelin' like they hate me And lately they twist my words up to bait me And I try to dispel the rumors But all that's drivin' me crazy But if I'm honest, there's some pastors who passionate 'bout my peace I be wantin' to blame the church but some of it reside with me I'm finally open to try it, to tour a club or a church After quarantine, I was like "Man, I'm good if I never search" But I needed people like I need my senses Hopefully, we find consensus And we come to our senses No church in a while

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