No More / No Way At All (Interlude) YFN Lucci

[Intro]
It's Budda Beats
Uh, fuck is going on, talk your shit nigga
Uh, they ain't fucking with my flow I'm the greatest yeah
All this dope in a bowl I'm straight yeah
Ima young fly nigga and I made it yeah

[Chorus]
Aye we ain't worried bout nun, uh
Too many bitches I don't need no more yeah
I been drinkin' I don't need no more yeah
Smoke a pound I don't need no more yeah
A hundred round nothin' less we got more uh
Oh don't bring them niggas round me no more yeah yeah
I been thinkin' to myself I want smoke yeah
All these bitches we don't need no more yeah
We were broke boy now no more

[Verse 1]
Heaven or hell we gotta go but I can't go to jail
I caught every sale I ain't lying but I can't go back there yeah
I ain't paying no nigga to do it I know he might tell yeah
If I want it nigga dead I'm coming myself
You know I show and tell, light a L, and spray the block with shells, damn too many Glocks in here
Fuck the cops and whoever else
Shoot up the block, hit whoever there
If he ain't dead get him a wheelchair
Stretch him out, let him chill there
All in yo spot like we live there, know we well
Now we in the air, we on the leer now everywhere
Bitch talmbout she came to chill, told that bitch get out yeah
If yeen talkin' bout no M's I can't hear a sound