No Chorus - Yungen

Oi, sometimes, sometimes man ain’t tryna hear no chorus, you know what I mean?

Man just wanna hear bars, straight foot to the floor ting, no reversing,

just straight, smooth glide ting

You know what I mean?

Bars

I ain’t tryna hear no chorus, I ain’t tryna sing along in the car,

it ain’t about that life

Hey Yungen, show them what you’re dealing with bro

My brothers shot pies and rob guys

I’m just tryna find the right suit for these mob ties

Cuffed a little lighty, no chest but she got thighs

And she’ll be the first to tell these niggas I’m top five

At this age, how are these man still broke?

Your little P’s, I spent that on a coat

You say you’re gonna ride, we know that you won’t

Feds tryna nick a teen cah they know he’s got the smoke

That’s my young G, used to send him country

He made his first three bags, bought himself a pumpy

Long as I ain’t rapping, everybody’s comfy

Yeah we’ve both got a Merc, you pay off monthly

Sixty bags cash, 180 on the dash, flash

Got another fifty in the stash, splash

Listened to your album, verdict — trash

with the bangers and you know they got that mash

Oi Yungs, you’re killing them my guy

Oi that’s what I need to hear from you bro

I’ve been telling you for a long time, you’re a savage, beast

Get them again my guy

Ric Flair in the ring like I’m a wrestler

Pulled up in a Tesla

Alexa’s playing Yungen while I’m playing Alexa

Most my guys trap, they used Deborah for a tester

My boy moves charlie, she asked him to leave one extra

You and I are different, I am way fresher

Used to on a pushie or a Vesper

All these gal around me, looking like a young Hefner

Off-white drip, they don’t know a better flexer

This ain’t a Roley, this a mortgage

Gave away Chanels 'cause I was running out of storage

I had to one ting, she used to force it

Said my boy had beef in East and then I sure ditch

They wanna catch up with the swag but cannot source it

Walk it like I talk it, 120 in the Porsche whip

Nigga keep up

Before you talk shit, get your P’s up

Aha, oi, before you chat shit, get your P’s up

Oi Yungs spent more money in Marbella last night than you earned last year

Here on some international shit now

Worldwide settings, started in the bando

Dubai seven up, I ain’t tryna let my tan go

Madman T, he might pull up in a

But it can get pear-shape if my brudda lets his man go

Since I’ve made star bucks, I always send my nan dough

Mandem see the cash flow

Never do them bad bro

My youngen kicks ball but he’s an ASBO

kicking rarse in his astros

He don’t need no Rambo

Back like I never left

Pressed her with the D and now she’s no longer depressed

Niggas pillow-talking, brudda say it with your chest

Man wanna post codes 'til them niggas get addressed

They were talking shit, I had to step up

They were doubting me, I kept my head up

I was here getting my bread up

So you should know that the price just went up