No Face No Case RJmrLA (Ft. Larry Jayy)
"No Face No Case" by RJmrLA (Ft. Larry Jayy) is a 2021 #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, anonymity, and evading consequences. The lyrics emphasize the importance of staying low-key and avoiding identification in risky situations. The song features a catchy beat and engaging flow, reflecting contemporary urban culture. Its relatable message resonates with listeners navigating similar environments.
[Verse 1: RJMrLA]
Lost a few friends and some enemies
Got some in the pen and they full of ink
They gossiping again, I know how niggas think
When I'm hopping out the Benz [?][0:07]
I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boys
But everybody got a choice
Boy, you know you gotta have poise
I'm the boy and the pockets on royce
Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet
You fucking with me, can't be fucking for free
Don't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet
Bitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to see
And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller
My heat a nine milla, wood grip with no splinter
You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer
You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya
I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop
When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the loose
Had stripes on me too, I'm thinkin' what I'ma do
Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?
[Chorus: RJMrLA & Larry Jayy]
Ain't no face, ain't no case
No DA's, wasted away, hold on
(You know you done fucked up right?)
Call my lawyer
(Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?)
I got nothin' for ya
(Come on, they call you "Juice", we know you know where the guns at)
Call my lawyer
(We know it's one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers)
I got nothin' for ya
(You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on)
Lost a few friends and some enemies
Got some in the pen and they full of ink
They gossiping again, I know how niggas think
When I'm hopping out the Benz [?][0:07]
I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boys
But everybody got a choice
Boy, you know you gotta have poise
I'm the boy and the pockets on royce
Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet
You fucking with me, can't be fucking for free
Don't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet
Bitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to see
And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller
My heat a nine milla, wood grip with no splinter
You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer
You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya
I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop
When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the loose
Had stripes on me too, I'm thinkin' what I'ma do
Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?
[Chorus: RJMrLA & Larry Jayy]
Ain't no face, ain't no case
No DA's, wasted away, hold on
(You know you done fucked up right?)
Call my lawyer
(Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?)
I got nothin' for ya
(Come on, they call you "Juice", we know you know where the guns at)
Call my lawyer
(We know it's one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers)
I got nothin' for ya
(You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on)
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