No More

[Intro] My nigga Deltah in them pots Alecto [Chorus: Prod] Yeah, shootin' shit (Shootin' shit) Yeah‚ we shootin' shit (Yeah) Yeah‚ we shootin' shit (Yeah) Yeah‚ we shootin' shit (God damn) Automatic clips (Yeah), gotta lotta it Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit (Gang) And the block got so hot‚ I can't keep a Glock no more All my niggas with the shits, we can't sell no rock no more (No more) All my niggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more (No more) All these diamonds on my wrist‚ I can't tell the time no more [Verse: Lil Tecca] Ayy, it's me and Prod, we pull up with them clips, you know we pourin' fours She wanna fuck me in my whip, she see them suicide doors (Yeah) I see a opp, I catch a opp, If you don't know just check the score (Ayy, ayy) Shorty wan' me spend my racks but I just wanna make some more She say she loved me but I told myself that I don't love no more (Love no more) Just hit it, play with her and win the game like I be playin' sports He say he shootin' but I say I'm shootin' like I'm on the court I need a baddie that's gon' pull up on me in some Gucci shorts Ayy, I been gettin' bands, I'm like "So what?" She wan' Lil Tecca, so I'm feelin' like I'm Sosa She wanna flex all on my body like it's yoga My life is going up so fast like a rollercoaster [Chorus: Prod] Yeah, shootin' shit (Shootin' shit) Yeah, we shootin' shit (Yeah) Yeah, we shootin' shit (Yeah) Yeah, we shootin' shit (God damn) Automatic clips (Yeah), gotta lotta it Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit (Gang) And the block got so hot, I can't keep a Glock no more All my niggas with the shits, we can't sell no rock no more (No more) All my niggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more (No more) All these diamonds on my wrist, I can't tell the time no more [Outro: Prod] Bling, bling, bling