No Mo

[Verse One: Young Buck]

These niggas ain't shit (no mo')

Like I ain't rich (no mo')

Ain't wit my bitch (no mo')

Cause she don't get no doe

I'm in my '64

I got two bricks to go

I got two clips fo' sho'

Cause I've been tricked befo'

Whoa

Niggas die from the shit they didn't know

So the price is getting higher and the O's getting low

Shawty's barely getting by selling nickle bags of 'dro

And she 54

Old enough to be my mama tho'

All my brothers in the pen, where the fuck am I'ma go?

(I don't know)

Nigga got killed in the trap so it's kinda slow

Yeah, so now we selling different kinds of 'dro

A white girl need another line to blow

So when I'm finished with this verse, cuz it's time to go

I take my roof off and shoot off

All sick, candle apple red, no Rudolph

I'm with a nigga Julo