No Secrets - Fat Trel

You Know, Slutty Boy Young Millionaire and all that

A Kevin, turn that beat up for me though

You know how that go…

A… A Listen, It’s no secrets and you niggas look like polices

Foreign features got them bitches on my phone geeking

She Puerto Rican,

I’m rolling

I don’t know what she speaking

But I know she gleasing

I must be freakneaking for the weekend

We tricking chicken

My YM Niggas keep bitches creeping

Kick Em Like FIFA

We ain’t interested in what you teaching

So let the panel know we back the commission intact

In all black bumping Ricky Ross in the trap

A certified Fool, Bitch I’m all that

Tatted up dreads way under the skull cap

I’m feeling special that W on my ball cap

I’m from where they catch you and wet you up with a marlet

X and Rosay

Now what I call that

My beautiful bliss AKA… Bitch I’m drunk as shit

I’m on my shit counting dough talking on the phone

High as shit, My bitch say I think I’m Pablo

And I do the dash in her car like it’s mines though

Screaming you’s a seat belt hoe, &fuck you crying for

We lock and load with four O’s

We gets it in

With DE’s

And I ain’t talking Defensive Ends

Dividends in women where I be swimming in

If you owe us dough and you get ghost

We killing friends

We killing brothers

We killing mothers

We killing kids

That’s how it is

I’m sorry we getting it how we live

No Secrets Nigga