No Chorus (Feat. Guapdad 4000, Buddy, Dreezy)

Shit ain't got no chorus I don't need no chorus This bitch ain't got no chorus Yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 1: Bas Hardware, bear hide, I got thick skin Stayed down like the pigskin on the yard marker I'm the Godfather, better talk proper when you mention Live wire, nigga, I fire like the Pistons It got 12 V's and a stick shift Bitch nigga, you get hit quick Queens niggas, we get rich quick or die tryin' Goin' for green with the nine iron I get booked by the hour and time flyin' I just took me a shower, 'cause I'm lyin' 'Round the dirty money, nigga, I'm Zion Get up, there's no one as high as I am The realest, you niggas is chicken shit Pot fryin' when you pot-pie'ing If my niggas ridin', then it's pop, pop Nigga, that's word to my pop-pops I came for the smoke like a hotbox I came from the borough, I'm top spot Got flows, now they want a photo when I rock shows California in a 'Rari California, that's the 'Rari Interlude: Buddy This shit ain't got no chorus It ain't got no chorus We don't need no chorus You niggas is so Verse 2: Buddy Ayy, four hundred hoes All in a row, line 'em up Hit 'em with the give-and-go Bitch, you knew what it was when you signed up I was on cruise control Until I seen the police behind us Tunnel vision, I put on my blinders Had a good fuckin' run, but your time's up, yeah I was smokin' on weed out in Babylon Yes indeed-y, I got all my diamonds on Your bitch wanted my dick, yeah, I ought've known Boy, you crazy, you think that she comin' home Gettin' money, I got me a bankroll You cannot hit the blunt, I don't think so Boy, I sit on the court at the Lake-Show Shut the fuck up, bitch, it's not a sing-along Interlude: Guapdad 4000 This shit ain't got no chorus It ain't got no chorus Ain't no chorus Nigga, you so It's a check, ayy Verse 3: Guapdad 4000 Your bitch watchin' my wrist stream like Vevo Vevo I came from stealin' all the blockchains, nigga, I'm Deebo Only rapper to make forty-five thousand off IG trolls We both lit, but your shit don't hit, nigga, you a pre-roll Learn somethin' Ayy, money can't buy respect But it can buy niggas who check those who disrespect I been on a different check I got a girl at home on tour, I need a different neck Never third-wheelin' like a damn trike I been in the mall with a scam stripe I might need a wet wipe for when I touch niggas I don't like, yeah Interlude: Bas & Dreezy Shit ain't got no chorus I don't need no chorus Yeah, yeah Bitch ain't got no chorus Ah, ah Ayy, ayy, ayy Verse 4: Dreezy Got a body like Video Vixens Peepin' the fake like a sixth sense Got a couple K's I put up in the bank But I need little more, word to Tristan Drownin' in money, quicksand I don't hear these bitches, long distance Call me Big Dreeze, I don't fit in Can't get in my section with a wristband Floorin' it Chasin' that bag 'til I corner it That wax on the tree like an ornament Yeah, this drip ain't in stores, gotta order it, yeah With the G.O.A.T.'s now, I got high power Lil' dog bitch like a Rottweiler All that cap, what I'm blowin' a lot louder I'ma give 'em that scold like a hot shower I'm on top now, it's apparent Pop your ass, I ain't talkin' parents I was broke, used to shop clearance Now I'm runnin' this shit like an errand Ain't no comparin' us Need me a thug nigga, ain't talkin' Jerrika Me and the money got marital Tom & Jerry, you a character Pull up foreign and embarrass 'em Outro Is that the opening Do you feel anything yet