No Bueno

Step out the crib

Bi as a Bitch

Dusty ass bitches be eyeing my shit

You fucking consumers can dine on my clit

I’m winning on bitches who dying to quit

I’m winning on bitches, I’m making these switches

I’m hurting these hoes so they twisting they wrists

So they slitting they wrists put they hands on a bible

Yelling out Angel, I’m so suicidal

I’m out here fucking with hoes

But I got these bitches on smash

You see, they think I’m not in control

Until I put my foot in they ass

And I’m running right through them

I’m gunning, I’m killing

I’m serving these hoes like a fucking religion

Bitches is over, I’m fucking beginning

You niggas is bitches

I’m done and you finished

Niggas talking like some hoes too

My bitches out here on that old school

That new may be just do what they told to

This situation is below me

I’m your fucking motivation

Bitch, you owe me

I switched it up you just competing with the old me

They catch up, they catch up, cause you the old me

Bitches you owe me, cause you know, you know

You always shadow chasing

Thats No Bueno, No Bueno

I’m working while you waiting

Cause you know, you know

You always shadow chasing

Bitches you owe me

Bitches you owe me

I never gave a fuck about a nigga

Grew up in my city just surrounded by my bitches

All about me, myself, and me no lie

Money over every fucking thing for life

Y’all bitches don’t make no sense

No, y’all niggas don’t make no sense

I tried to put hoes on the fucking main road

But y’all stay on that old shit

And say, say praise god

Bitches keep your day job

I hit em with the tec til I break a bitches necks

And no, I won’t, I can’t stop and

I’mma keep going

Y’all going keep waiting until the rain stop and

Bitch I spit like I'm trapped in a heat wave

And all yo shit just ain’t hot

Bitch, you out here running with lames

You bitches is playing

All of you bitches the same

Fuck what you saying

The shit I spit is insane

My flow has got its own brain

All of you bitches get hit by them niggas

So hit all your bitches and call it a-

Train

Plus can’t remember your name

What the fuck is you saying, bitch

All you bitches beat like instrumentals

Beat hoes with no incidentals

Run this shit like the fastest sprinter

Plus I’m heating bitches up like what’s for dinner

Then I eat bitches up like soul food

Then I spit bitches out like old food

Then I hit the bitches up with the Mac-10

‘Cause They know I got them Pro-Tools