No Shorts - Da$h

V Don

I can only hear it in the one now

Oh, nah, I’m good

Stop fuckin' playin' with me

Only shit I’m sayin' for the rest of the year

For the rest of the decade

Stop fuckin' playin' with me, man

So, So

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No brakes for the stop sign

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Take yours and I want mine

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No shorts, nigga, on time

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma

Got the money, count it twice

Rollin' up weed while I’m shootin' dice

And I’m Sergi’d down, heard me, clown

Clip hold 15, don’t need 30 rounds

All these pistols and paper, my pockets bulgin'

Ridin' 'round gettin' top from a bopper, know it

Swear I need me a whip where the top is open

Swear I need me a yacht that’s parked by the ocean

Never boolin', always trippin'

Bitch on her knees like she really Christian

He talk hot, we put slugs in his larynx

My lil' foreign bitch only speak Arabic

And I only say facts like that old machine

I was countin' up hunnids when they was green

Bodies up in the morgue isn’t cold as me

I walk up in the spot, your bitch notice me

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No brakes for the stop sign

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Take yours and I want mine

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No shorts, nigga, on time

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No brakes for the stop sign

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Take yours and I want mine

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

No shorts, nigga, on time

Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So

Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma

Free Tay-K, but I did the race

I drink Hen' 'til I’m bent out of shape

Shit I’m smokin' came from out of state

Told that bitch, «Don't you get out your place»

Swear to God, man, I need an estate

In that backyard, I need her to lay

I might fuck 'round and mack up the bands

Tryna fuck on that ho and her friends

Countin' up bands in a dope den

In my early days (In my early days)

Young, wild, and reckless, ridin' wit' a Tech

Since an early age (brr-brr-brr)

Tryna get paid, nothin' less or more

And I’m gettin' laid, nigga, more or less

Out in Cali with a 9 and a vest

Set is where I’m at, you know it’s 'bout a check

Like, bet, bet