No Chorus (feat. Filthy Five)
Yung Carti
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Big C.O on the beat Got the filthy Five Sno'Cone Krispy Kris Wags Big C.O and Aymock never miss In charge of the game when Sno'Cone takes flight Takes out the rifle to shoot Aymock from the right Gotta check him out but things turn to a fight Throwing punches at each other all day and night In the stu with Krispy Kris But he's always taking shits Tracked it on the shit map And it's such a big crap Nobody fucking with this man Can't even get his ass off the can 24 drinks ain't enough for wags Gotta give him more or he'll pack his bags Give him some gummies and he'll get drunk too Fucking his girl when he's at the zoo Knock knock who's there it's the Big C.O Always been a jokester with a big afro Throwing shade to the man Got his album I'm a fan Can't be missing ain't no junk Prays to god but not a monk Yeah I'm talking bout Aymocker's At his house there's always stalkers Hansom man playing the piano Best in the world but you already know Man's a beauty He's on duty When he's at cadet's Eating the baguettes No one's sending threats Cause they know he'll f*ck you up He's gonna smash you like a cup That's the filthy five Won't keep you alive They're in overdrive So won't you take a dive Into their album with me I'll show you why they f*ck with filthy My name is Kris And I have been missed Licking some balls after taking a piss Going to Quebec to try and reset But the boys are gone And that feels wrong So I pull up to Whitby After leaving the city Eating some chickpeas Which smelled kinda fishy I felt somewhat witty And also a bit tipsy So I dropped the bomb after having a quag Filthy Five bout to be Filthy Four Cause just like my dad we'll leave the kids at the store I'll be honest our rhymes aren't very clever But let me go through all of our members First there's Aidan he's gonna go away Gonna go and learn from those who educate My homie Andrew he's doing lots of drugs He's a true hippy and he loves to give hugs Then we got Ian he's an alcoholic The car he drives is standard but he's never gonna stall it Finally Kris you know about him Locked up in the jail for teaching cripples how to swim The beat I made I think it's alright But not as cool as flushing my phone down while on a flight Anyway I hope you learned something Now I'm gonna break Carti's windshield with a pumpkin Sno'Cone on the track from the filthy mans Bring your bag hundred bands and the Gucci backpack Drive around the track In my Subaru outback Don't let me catch you lack Cause I got my fucking gack I will not cut you slack Dunk on you like Shaq Won't my boys attack Put a bullet in your back Have you seeing black Imma go get a snack While I go play neck This shit is whack Like the way yo mama on my sack It's about to go down in Chinatown with Bray Flexing in the fruity mart Hope these bitches get smart Fore this shit start Jay in the Jetta and he's ready to drive Aymock makes sure these crackers won't survive Big Phil and he's coming to bafish Hassa hassa in the pool that's Philly's favourite dish Andy's pissed so he calls Philly a fool Chinatown Boy boutta take him to school Smoking some grass While I'm clapping that ass Mushrooms in my system messing with the contrast Take the boys to the cottage we throw a lot of kunai Connor drops them on his toes he may not be a wise guy Hey Kris you were missed I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get a kiss Ian's writing while he's shitting Cans we be hitting Not a huge fan of beer He's the king of the deer Ain't no vegetarian A raging Hungarian Aidan's never been high He's got a whacky tube guy Big C.O walking down the street Cooking up some heat Try to write a better beat That would be a great feat Only cooks up heat when he in the recording room Don't believe me just listen to the bass go boom Krispy Kris Definitely one to miss Bad things happen when he poops better stick to piss He could fix any car that you own Sitting in the back going ham on the trombone Wags bumping all the tags Stacking up the dollar bags Chilling in the back gets the joint down in three drags Out here selling cookies to the whole school Always having fun hanging out at his pool Yeah my homie Ian He's a superior being Always in ground school learning bout aviation We go way back to the forest trying to start a fire He's always way up in the clouds always flying higher
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Written by: Big C.O, Krispy Kris, Yung Carti
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