[Intro]
No Ceilings
[Chorus 1]
I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons
I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom"
I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool
Pour up, yeah
I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy"
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
That's NBA, yeah
[Verse]
Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah
I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err
I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm
Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh
When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm
Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up
Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused"
I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again
Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint
And make something out of it, like a scientist
Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips
Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins
Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit
Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it
And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E
And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
With shotguns under both wings
We going up, pouring up
These niggas be ho-ing up
Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers
I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend
I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine
Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen
No Ceilings
[Chorus 1]
I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons
I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom"
I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool
Pour up, yeah
I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy"
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
That's NBA, yeah
[Verse]
Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah
I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err
I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm
Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh
When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm
Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up
Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused"
I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again
Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint
And make something out of it, like a scientist
Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips
Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins
Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit
Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it
And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E
And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
With shotguns under both wings
We going up, pouring up
These niggas be ho-ing up
Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers
I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend
I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine
Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen
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