No Trace Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah (Boom-boom-boom)

[Chorus]
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no, I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, shit look like mustard
[Verse 1]
Niggas be peons, they stealing the wave
Hated on me 'cause I been getting paid
We don't duck smoke, nigga, we runnin' fades
Niggas love actin' two-faced
Nigga wan' talk that shit, wait
Dispensary gas, this not laced
My shooters never gon' leave no trace
Got a new mask up on my face
Yeah, I don't talk, no, I move silеnt
Diamonds in my ear, they shinin'
I'm royalty, bitch, Your Highness
Niggas lovе to betray my kindness
So I stopped that shit
Made a lil' band in an hour, real quick
Goin' too hard, nigga, I can't quit
Gotta make one call then we with them shits, bah
I don't want her, I just want her friend
Got some sins that I need to repent
Smokin' gas, know it's heard what I said
Ain't no going back, this is the end
Got a Glock and that shit got a twin
Run up on gang and them bullets gon' send
Got too much anger, that shit really pent up, uh

[Bridge]
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
[Verse 2]
I wake up and I'm blessed every day Gotta distance myself from the fakes
I've been running from twelve and the jakes
Niggas hatin', not on the same page
Breakin' out of my limits, my cage
I remember them dark ass days
Now I'm rockin' out all on stage
Know I'm rockin' that Rick while you can't throw fits
Throw on my mask, we gon' hit that lick
Get off my dick, always wanna talk shit
Niggas don't wanna try, but they wanna come play
Nigga toting that AR, that real gun play
Put water on my neck, that shit feng shui
If you really 'bout this shit, nigga, slide my way
I know shooters that's gon' up the stick broad day, yeah
You wan' talk me like I'm not a hot f*ckin' topic, bitch
I'm hot as the f*ckin' tropics, bitch
Get on that beat, I'ma talk my shit, the f*ck is this?
They mad at me, I seen some friends turn to enemies
You cannot f*ck with my energy
I'm moving slow off that Hennessy, oh

[Chorus]
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no, I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, shit look like mustard
Had to cut a bitch off, no, I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, shit look like mustard

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