rublow – no weight lyrics
[intro]
uh
[verse]
somebody tell glorilla i said, “come and ride this d+ck like a four wheeler”
you big glo’ and i’m big blow, we can have a baby, name her blowrilla (name her blowrilla)
you just like me, i’m f+ck n+gga free, i don’t f+ck with these hoes, n+gga (f+ck with these hoes, n+gga)
papi just sent me a load, it’s already sold, just got off the phone with him (phone with him)
yeah, all the water drippin’ off a n+gga, b+tch, i look like a merman (merman)
these n+ggas be actin’ like groupies, keep askin’ me questions and makin’ my nerves bad
yo’ b+tch wanna f+ck, keep hittin’ me up, tryna come see ’bout this third leg (third leg)
rubbin’ my hands like stunna while countin’ this paper, i signed with the birdman, blow
both eyes open, third eye too, see this sh+t from a bird’s eye view
n+gga play, we gon’ murder you
choppa sang like erykah badu
married to the money, said, “i do” (i do)
might need me a best man
i’m clutchin’ the fn
i punch with my right and shoot with my left hand
that gas and scale, my bread and b+tter
i’m trappin’, i’m fresh out the gutter
i left the city and took all of my n+ggas with me, this somethin’ like harriet tubman
get what i want, some say that i’m stubborn
you play with my money, you n+ggas in trouble
she wanna link, ho wanna f+ck me
ain’t ’bout no paper, then, b+tch, it ain’t nothin’ (nothin’)
nah, this ain’t personal, ho, this business
i need my money, i need my percentage
these f+ck n+ggas play and get hit with this glizzy
shoot with precision, it ain’t no missin’
she for the streets, ho for the trenches
i f+ck that b+tch once, gave her back to the city
unlike these n+ggas, i rap what i’m livin’
still in the trap house, wrappin’ these pigeons, let’s get it
bag on his head, go get ’em
all my n+ggas dope dealin’
cold heart, n+gga, no feelings
them head hunters, i’ll send ’em
i don’t trust no b+tch or no n+gga
these n+ggas talkin’ ’bout they havin’ motion, but me and my n+ggas, we havin’ momentum
thirty shots in this denim
rap n+gga want him a feature, i really don’t feel him
foot on the gas, ain’t taking no break
came up from nothin’ and made me a way
servin’ that food, i’ll make ’em a plate
my junky need it, i ain’t making him wait
used to eat noodles, now steak in my face
.40 on me when i’m catchin’ a play
r.i.p. cuzo fishscale
how you gon’ flex on a b+tch with no weight?
blow (blow)
[outro]
like, how you gon’ flex on a b+tch with no weight? (no weight, no weight, no weight)
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