No Talk James Colt & Hella Sketchy

[Intro]
Pretty Boy Ron

[Chorus: James Colt]
Flipphone shawty, rollin' up my dope
Zooted in the lobby, hunnids in my coat
She ain't even want me back when I was broke
'Cause this was just a hobby, and they thought it was jokes
Now I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna get the guap, yeah
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk, I just wanna drop the top while she give me sloppy top, yeah

[Verse 1: James Colt]
[?] jacket got me feelin' retro (retro)
Been up so many nights, I feel like Esco (like Esco)
I been going crazy from the get-go (from the get-go)
With my retroes, in my retroes
Skrrt off in the Benzo, a Benzo (skrrt!)
Got the gas like petrol, a [?] (gas)
She like the way my neck glow, my neck glow
If she bad, I give my best go
Leave the mall like, "where my check go?"
She give me neck like it's strep throat
But if she catchin' feelings, I might let go (might let go)
Downtown when you hit me on the cell (brr, brr)
Wish 'em well, yeah, I just wish 'em well
Catchin' W's, been a minute since a L (no L's)
I been to the bottom, so, bitch, I could show you hell (yeah, yeah)
Catchin' W's, been a minute since a L
I been to the bottom, so, bitch, I could show you hell (yeah, yeah)