Nothing Further

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ohhhhoooh) (Woah, woah, woah, woah) (Ayyyyy) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Uh, I’m sick of tellin’ all y’all mufuckas I don’t sing, man) (It’s NJC in the booth, bitch) (Let’s get it) (Uh) (Uh) Smokin’ so much dope to the face that I went blind (Blind) Uh Fuck all that cocaine, man, I’ll never snort a line (Never) Uh If I don’t got that Glock wit’ me, arrest me, that’s a crime (That’s a crime) Uh Man, I’m paranoid out up in traffic, keep that thing right by my side (By my side) Uh Everyday that I wake up, man, there’s a chance I die (But I won’t) So, I ain’t afraid to shoot them hollowtips and let ‘em fly (Bop, bop, bop) But, I’m off the drugs (I’m off the shits) Man, I really do not think that I should handle guns (I shouldn’t) Man, when I get anxiety, I pop yellow bus (X, X, X) Pour some Wok in that Sprite, not no Orange Crush (That lemon lime) Bitch keep talkin’ too much while she sucking, tell her shush (Sh, sh) I got her suckin’ on the dick for like 30, she lookin’ flushed (Hold up foenem, hold up) (Hold up gang) (Ay, I said hold the fuck up, bitch) Ay, yo homie, bring my bag out (Bring it out) No, I’m not about to pay the hoe, I’m ‘bout to go and cash out (Cash out) I been makin’ hella guap, I might go cop a roley with the rocks now (Ice, ice, ice) I know all my haters mad ‘cuz I got rubber bands now (Big bands) Know they mad Know they sad Yeah (I know it) They be all up in my dm’s, like, you wanna link, like, where you at (Where you at) I just leave ‘em all on seen, I don’t text back, ‘cuz I don’t got no time to chat (Sorry) I’m way too busy in the booth rapping and (Uh) Smokin’ so much dope to the face that I went blind (Blind) Uh Fuck all that cocaine, man, I’ll never snort a line (Never) Uh If I don’t got that Glock wit’ me, arrest me, that’s a crime (That’s a crime) Uh Man, I’m paranoid out up in traffic, keep that thing right by my side (By my side) Uh Everyday that I wake up, man, there’s a chance I die (But I won’t) So, I ain’t afraid to shoot them hollowtips and let ‘em fly (Bop, bop, bop) Fly, fly, fly away (Fly away) Please do not approach me (Don’t) This clip on my gun’ll send you back to yesterday (Bop, bop, bop, bop) Bullets fry the white of your brain, God it look like fish filet (Yeah, yeah yeah) I swear the opps is always on my dick, they never go away (They really don’t) Am I right or am I wrong (Am I wrong) You know that they asses they fans But, they really don’t belong (They don’t) Please don’t send a text message to my iPhone (Don’t) Sorry little boy, but you ain’t gon’ get no song (Nope) If you really want it bad, imma tax you ‘cuz I need some new VLONE (Drip drip drip) Betta get yo’ ass a loan There’s a chance that I’d let you join my team, we can put you on (Hahahah nah I’m cappin’, I would never put some fake people on, you stupid ass goofies) (Ay, but real talk, shout out to all my supporters out there and everyone that’s been rockin’ wit’ me so far, man, y’already know this is only the beginning) (And, we gonna finish out 2020 strong, wit’ some big shit on the way for 2021) (It’s all the way up from here) (NJC in the booth, bitch) (I don’t sing) (I’m out)