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no rules - section boyz lyrics

[intro]
most important thing in business is honesty
integrity, hard work, family
never forgettin’ where we came from
see you are what you are in this world
that’s either one or two things
either you’re somebody
or you’re n0body

[verse 1: deepee]
boom
5 bricks, that’s a body order
i’m fit, do a round, make my body warm up
got a body tall strap that make a body warm up
arms out, c6 and a bodywarmer
large house in the sticks in a foreign water
that’s my mouth on a wish that i probably thought up
in a house full of bricks tryna chop it all up
tryna bounce on a pr-ck cos he’s wodded all up
tooled up, with a hoodie and ballie tryna get in
walk up on the aggy with somethin’ carried to win
cars spin hard and i got a savage in my skin darg
i’ll end y’all n-ggas, have him ripped like rizla
big half figures of a yard, buy a sizzler
dreams of a n-gga while he’s rippin’ on his rinser
eat down n-ggas i ain’t tryna make a drink, nah
palm on the clip tryna r-ss off a big slug

[verse 2: sleeks]
i got piff and i’m tryna get rich
get a brick, break it down get, the o’s all bagged
i’m on the strip, n-ggas thinking one flip then they’re rich
bad news, it don’t go like that
tell ’em bring solem back
i ain’t gunna front
heaven took another soul from man
and i really don’t owe no man
chrome on a strap, clap, i’ma watch it blow like fan
and i been on the strip with the chicks
tryna get my d-ck l1cked, she better do this properly
red beam on the stick when i lift it if he steps in my property
i make moves like monopoly and ain’t none of these haters stopping me
they’re talking bout the section, watching the movement then a little boy start copying

[verse 3: k-nine]
gimme a brick, i’ma show you what to do with it
break it down in bits then hit the strip, get rid of it
my n-ggas been my n-ggas since day, i don’t really f-ck with new n-ggas
been putting blade up a skin, and i move like wolverine with it
been d-cking down these tings, feel the piece then they fall in love with it
been on the streets with sleeks, gg n-gga that’s gun grippin’
when it’s movie time then that clip’s got a long film in
trap or die n-gga gotta keep them phones ringing

[verse 4: reeko]
pengting in me, i’m just tryna be in her
paigons see me, i tell broski reverse
stormz all on me, i need a young boy to work
and she got a backy, but her face is just hurt
bro he smokey, they tryna put a boy in earth
lowkey blowing weed, i’m out here in a shirt
spin spin with me, i’m out here on a work
and dem man on me coz i took their work

[verse 5: swift]
it’s everyday ring trap and get paid
it’s not everyday call anyone bae
you ain’t scarface you’re just moving yay
you still watching my darg’s face, you’re just moving g-y
been smokey, cliques been dopey, ain’t safe for the tray
gyal give a man, ah section or nah, you can even ask trey
smoke bumbaclart, i’m with jsqwa
my n-gga jsk
trey goin buh-buh, goin’ buh-buh-buh
kinda sound like kaine

[verse 6: littlez]
my n-ggas they squeeze now, my n-ggas don’t play
i’m tryna get p’s so i’m trapping all day
this weed too loud, can’t hear what you say
section’s in the place so you better make way
brick on the way, 6k what i pay
i’m with 6 in trey, got 6 in the tray
got her in the bit, talking bout she wanna stay
i d-ck it for a hour then she gotta go away
ain’t talking no money then i don’t wanna know
see me on the roads with my brosdem, tryna double up
in the trap house got the am bits cutting up
stepping out, all the hoesdem wanna cuddle up
n-ggas ain’t on nuttin, manna let off suttin
they just wanna talk till the fedsdem cuffing up
everyday i get my hustle on, tryna get the guala in
they hating on me, i couldn’t give a f-ck

[verse 7: inch]
you don’t wanna see me on a wiley one cos my squad we roll deep
f-ck a bottom or top fam i came from streets
it’s section only who the f-ck are these neeks?
nah man they’re not in mans league
they’re getting it twisted this grind ain’t cheap
and on my life ak, this am ain’t weak
oh d-mn i been grinding for weeks
i keep on spending i’m tired of these fiends

- no rules lyrics

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