No Hiccup (feat. Anthony 1999) - Bg Gabbana & Anthony 1999

Hoes on me, left and right Glock 9 put him out like a light Hoes on me, left and right Glock 9 put him out like a light Hoes on me, left and right Glock 9 put him out like a light Coupe tinted like a thief in the night Gang on, he don't put up a fight Fuck on yo bitch, I might Colors on me, pretty sight, it's light (What you say gang?) Don't fuck up yo life (What?) I just might make her my wife She a nasty, call that bih Rico I'm with boof and we stolin' through peepholes Come in 3's like the muhfuckin Migos Hear my voice and now she call me "papito" Bktherula (yea), You got a Mac-11, do it come with a cooler? Who is your jeweler (shit), heard he wit BDA, he the muhfuckin trooper First late I got a mac Fuck a lack, ain't no attack Spend the night? Naw, throw that ass back Briss dreams, turn to a stack Chris on the keys Why is yo nigga mad? you was lookin' at me Bounce on that bean Blackout in the studio cause I was gone off the lean Hoes on me, left and right Glock 9 put him out like a light Coupe tinted like a thief in the night Gang on, he don't put up a fight Fuck on yo bitch, I might Colors on me, pretty sight, it's light (What you say gang?) Don't fuck up yo life (What?) I just might make her my wife Don't gotta say what I did Left em' in Buff cause they acting like kids I really hope that he heard what I said, Big Ku got a pump that could take off a leg Nigga been bout it since I was like yay high, ridin' on pegs She bout to do all that shit that she said when we go to the hotel and hit up the bed Wind in my face, nigga living too wild Came with a bitch, left with a bitch, so a nigga got two now Nigga wanna talk, but it ain't bout a check so he got tuned out I'm gettin' bigger Too much drip on, go get a pitcher This is my real life, not just a picture I put it on, I'm out-dressing y'all niggas Saving my raps, ain't addressing y'all niggas Hoes on me, left and right Y'all doing it wrong while I'm doing it right I'm bout to spend a lil time with the hoe but she can't spend the night Get out my house, gotta go catch a flight I need my space She wanna flop but I just want the face Maybe her boyfriend can make it okay Hoes on me, left and right Glock 9 put him out like a light Coupe tinted like a thief in the night Gang on, he don't put up a fight Fuck on yo bitch, I might Colors on me, pretty sight, it's light (What you say gang?) Don't fuck up yo life (What?) I just might make her my wife

Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key You talk about it, but never go through with it My bitch she thick, but I hate the foolishness This nigga broke, like "what I'ma do with this?" Throw me that ass, I know what to do with it Hammer and nails, my niggas be bootin' it Givin' em hell, these niggas ain't doing it The choppa Adele, it's singing, we true to this Rap shit is my bitch, in bed I be spooning it Uh Mounted up (Yea, bitch) Say my name on stage, it get em' rounded up (rounded up!) Banging Heinz, bloods, crips, around with us Pick your poison nigga, FN rounds from us All these bitches stuck up (facts) I'm a muthafucka (bitch) I speak facts, niggas whack All these niggas sucka's (yea) All these bitches love us We don't talk on covers (nah) 99' got a 9 Bust a nigga mutha Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key Bad lil bitch Suck me up with the roof down Bad lil bitch Suck me up with no tooth now If a nigga runnin' that's a muthafuckin' man down Niggas totin' weapons, bet I make a nigga stand down Nut on her face, that's why all these bitches love me And she call me Brad when I put it in her tummy Niggas acting stupid, I will turn yo ass to mummy Catch me feeling booted when I pull up to the function Fuck on yo bitch For a bag and a day trip These niggas look boring, boy you look like a Jake, bitch Should I drive the foreign when we pull up to the lake? (bitch) Made her throw it back but I told her I can't claim it Real crib coppin', money poppin' Gettin' to the rack ass nigga All this clout, fans, stans, bands I ain't gotta pay no killer They do it for free Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks They ask for the boss, they sending in me We knockin' em' off, OG with the beep Shorty can't ride, her rhythm off key

Don't like to pop them xans Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head Hard ass nigga, but I'm from the 8 Now bout' where you from, only what's in your blunt (Yea) Reggie in your blunt Name someone more iller, real niggas know Location can't make you a killer Seen them niggas get taken away, seen them niggas get dug in they grave Heard them niggas was talking that crap, then they wanna come and give me daps On your bitch butt and I'm taking these naps, that lil bitch gone suck on these nuts Lil dumb nigga I'll take you class, come join me, you won't even pass Where I'm at, you can't even pass, say you balling, but hittin' the glass Say you shoot, where the fuck was I at? Say you with it, but where is you at? You ain't drillin' unless you at, and me gang put a drill to your head Try to press, put a price to his head, enough of the talking, come visit this lead He only pressed, he ain't making this bread If I was you I'd put a gun to my head Don't like to pop them xans Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head Aye, Nigga I'm from the B Everything they say is cap lowkey I'm over your bitch house overseas Baby just open your mouth, let me see (See) Nigga my stick got a radar and that bitch read (Read) Waking em' up like a day job, clocking in G's She like, "geez, I ain't never had a real nigga with cheese" I'm like please, tell the opps niggas keep the hate off me Can't even breathe, now I gotta put his ass on Say Cheese She gotta grieve, she lost a son because of me (Because of me) Heard them niggas was talking that crap, but I got tunnel vision and some racks If he don't see the vision, to the back I'm hitting bitches only from the back, I got her sucking dick because I rap Back in the day get a nut, hit the trap Missing the old me, where he at?, that's in the past Back in the day used to hit on that bitch, but her booty got fat Still got demons all up in my head, they telling me to clap Don't like to pop them xans Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head

I'm stupid blessed, I can't complain and yea I know that But what about this fuckin' pain that won't hold back? can't breathe for nothing Suck my dick and get my nut off, and leave with nothing But she thinks it's something Cause her feelings involved, my feelings dissolve I'm sorry I can't help it (Uh) I'm sorry I can't help you (Uh) I'm sorry that I left you, I got left too What am I supposed to do now? You ain't an option anymore, who's my bitch now? I miss you Ain't no tissue, it's just drugs, shrooms, did it in my room Did it with some bitch I don't even like, but eh she cool I guess that alright, but it's not, she hot Cause I keep in contact with certain bitches incase my main bitch turns into a thot Can't save em', I was raised right but fuck it, I still play em' Yea I'm sorry, no I'm not, I take it back (Uh) Soul snatcher, heartbreaker, lil shorty den made me that, please forgive me Just let it happen, yeah Everything is my fault, everything is my fault Just let it happen, yeah How wish we could talk (How I wish we could talk) Just let it happen, yeah Everything is my fault, everything is my fault Just let it happen, yeah How wish we could talk (How I wish we could talk) I wet the sky like Jesus tears I address you so proper, no surprise I always need you dear I guess forever means for the time then disappear I been stressing man, sometimes I wanna ditch my peers But I ain't into that Hey Ant?, you been trippin' lately? me too All these niggas pussy, transparent cause they see through You know my name?, you know me?, leader of the lonely Leading fame and money to the the commune that my bros lead Parties at the palace (Uh) Never served a sentence, but my brain is up in Attica All these summer nights been serving verses in my attic all the time I think I been an addict for the pressure telling rhymes And lately it's been cold summers Fuck them niggas and them bitches that had told sumn' Niggas switchin', acting weird like I owe em' sumn I don't get it That bond we had I miss it, but fuck it