No Kizzy

[Verse 1: YGTUT] Ay y'all better get with the program Been playing this shit since Ye and Twista came out with that slow jam A hundred miles and running and I do not plan to slow down Can't trust these niggas they lowdown Bitch I'm way too authentic for this to be persona You niggas keep tryin' to play 'round with a fuckin' grown-up Open my mouth, I'm shreddin' shit, call me Mr. Pirhanna You niggas had this one coming, we just gon' call it karma My body armor so silent, how you gon' harm a giant? I got so hungry from starving, we was eating at Ryan's Pops was gone on the road, mom was literally cryin' Shit the hell that I done seen could be worser than dyin' Rose from it with triumph I'm a champion's idol, I'm a rivalry's rival Fuckin' up your whole cycle How you make it from the bottom? It all came from survival Coming up with verses God would want to put in the bible I done fuckеd around and made it clean While I'm stacking bluе and greenbacks Boost my self-esteem off this little sticky green pack Spittin' crack, the type of shit to bring the fiends back The man of Chattanooga, certainly won't even debate that [Chorus: DeAnte' Hitchcock] No kizzy I'm ridin' through the muhfuckin' city Niggas hatin', bitches showin' ass and titties Feel me? No kizzy I'm somewhere off a pound in the clouds Know it's goin' up when I'm swingin' down Nigga, no kizzy A real big dripper, the money flipper You gettin' [inaudible] fuckin' with ya Hey nigga, no kizzy I'm ridin' with the strap in my lap It ain't where you from, nigga, it's where you at My nigga. no kizzy [Verse 2: DeAnte' Hitchcock] ATL is where I stay at, [inaudible] my Ahab Been on this since the tile, on God Represent way back From where they say it's love But that look in they eye don't say that You can give a nigga 200, that nigga gon' bring a K back From where we know who juggin' and jackin' but we won't say jackin' Yo pops can jack you up but shit, you don't know where he stay at We ain't with the extra so if it's pressure then say that 'Cuz I ain't hard to find, don't act like you don't know where Te at Like a deep sleep, I REM-E to the M-B-E-R [Inaudible] with niggas, them chopper bullets on heat seek Cold-hearted, iced out, my Jesus [inaudible] is a think piece The niggas who don't think 'bout shit Put on the bungee cord, baby This ain't the first but please hop off my dick I make a hundred K a verse, so let me talk my shh It's Te and TUT poppin' big shit Runnin' things need a FitBit Misfits from the dirty shakin' the game like a hit stick [Chorus: DeAnte' Hitchcock] No kizzy I'm ridin' through the muhfuckin' city Niggas hatin', bitches showin' ass and titties Feel me? No kizzy I'm somewhere off a pound in the clouds Know it's goin' up when I'm swingin' down Nigga, no kizzy A real big dripper, the money flipper You gettin' [inaudible] fuckin' with ya Hey nigga, no kizzy I'm ridin' with the strap in my lap It ain't where you from, nigga, it's where you at My nigga. no kizzy