Nofux

Verse 1: Chetta Magazine drop The nine just jam but the choppa won't stop no Got my whole block hot, whippin in the kitchen uh, got my wrist on locked woah Gimmie whatchu got, taking what i need, who are you to tryna stop me Gotti when i breath, xanax for the needs, hi-tech when im thirsty Cup muddy, never sip clean Neighborhoods love me like auntie in the fifteens Switch schemes and i can still get it Switch sides never that, they ain’t real wit it Authentic my ways no need to prove shit Got money for days, and still counting Speaking of my name and talking down to me No recognition, No fucks given (Verse 2: Wavy Jone$) Two blunts, one deep Let em spark, whatchu know I can't never trust a bitch I ain't cuffing no hoe All black ski mask Slit wrist whos gone Feel like god in the flesh Im the next to the throne Bitch i do what i want Motherfuck cops Blood red, drop top fuck an op Fuck your boss, suck my dick, fuck your job Fuck your name, fuck your clique, fuck your mob Flexing down the 44, roller on my hand Smoking bud the A1 Hoe i need more raw More money, more cash More digits on me More pussy more ass more bitches on me They know i got a pipe But they can’t get it off me They say i need another crown but they can't fit it on me They only wanna see me down Leave me dead and lonely I got the devil on my shoulder i need a better homie Sheesh