Hey
Cruising with the windows up do I hot box
Grav got the lean that means our lyrics straight drop
Twist weed with the codeine like a dreadlock
I'm so fresh and so clean yo hoe gon give top
Bitch stop I ain't got time for all that
I'm too worried bout the money for small chat
I done seen some ups some downs and some fall backs
Remember I ain't have shit now you see I bounce back
They say Ress hopped out the game
I say hoe you out your brain
It's the knowledge that I gain
Hey and you the type of man I ain't
You ain't even in my lane
Don't compare me to no lamez
T ress I swear that we
Both for sure have one thing
That's in common we both gotta lot enemies
Watching us but act like they are not listening
Obvious that we are bout to make history
Light up a swisha sweet got me all blunted
From night time to morning I'm always bout money
Stunning on bustaz I got em all wondering
How in the f*ck that they didn't see me coming
Up outta no where cuz I kept it one hundred
Learned the hard way man I'm not even fronting
I done hit rock bottom and felt less than nothing
Tried helping out others but got left with nothing
To show for and stuck out my neck just for what
So them f*ck boyz front like they come up all of a sudden
Can't trust any soul anymore cuz they f*cking lie
Swear to God none of this shit it ain't funny
To me honestly shit used to bug me
Can't even begin to explain how unlucky
I felt to have love for someone when they running they mouth
Cuz we brothers don't mean he owed something
Been here before trust me way too many times and I'm tired of the bullshit I'm gon
Expose all you jocking me giving no props to me
Cuz I done got all this shit on my own When it comes to this rapping man Grav bout that action no capping
I've lived everything that I'm saying
Developed my style implicated my sound in your songs
And you bitches act like you ain't take it punk
Like you ain't fake as f*ck
Like you ain't hate on us
Saying ya same as us
Boy you ain't made like us
Making up things bout my name can get dangerous
Hang it up
Brought your A game what a shame
It still ain't enough
NO LAMEZ (feat. RESS) Video (MV)
Performed By: GRAVITY361
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Christian Perales, Michael Torres
GRAVITY361 - NO LAMEZ (feat. RESS) Lyrics
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Hey
Cruising with the windows up do I hot box
Grav got the lean that means our lyrics straight drop
Twist weed with the codeine like a dreadlock
I'm so fresh and so clean yo hoe gon give top
Bitch stop I ain't got time for all that
I'm too worried bout the money for small chat
I done seen some ups some downs and some fall backs
Remember I ain't have shit now you see I bounce back
They say Ress hopped out the game
I say hoe you out your brain
It's the knowledge that I gain
Hey and you the type of man I ain't
You ain't even in my lane
Don't compare me to no lamez
T ress I swear that we
Both for sure have one thing
That's in common we both gotta lot enemies
Watching us but act like they are not listening
Obvious that we are bout to make history
Light up a swisha sweet got me all blunted
From night time to morning I'm always bout money
Stunning on bustaz I got em all wondering
How in the f*ck that they didn't see me coming
Up outta no where cuz I kept it one hundred
Learned the hard way man I'm not even fronting
I done hit rock bottom and felt less than nothing
Tried helping out others but got left with nothing
To show for and stuck out my neck just for what
So them f*ck boyz front like they come up all of a sudden
Can't trust any soul anymore cuz they f*cking lie
Swear to God none of this shit it ain't funny
To me honestly shit used to bug me
Can't even begin to explain how unlucky
I felt to have love for someone when they running they mouth
Cuz we brothers don't mean he owed something
Been here before trust me way too many times and I'm tired of the bullshit I'm gon
Expose all you jocking me giving no props to me
Cuz I done got all this shit on my own When it comes to this rapping man Grav bout that action no capping
I've lived everything that I'm saying
Developed my style implicated my sound in your songs
And you bitches act like you ain't take it punk
Like you ain't fake as f*ck
Like you ain't hate on us
Saying ya same as us
Boy you ain't made like us
Making up things bout my name can get dangerous
Hang it up
Brought your A game what a shame
It still ain't enough
Cruising with the windows up do I hot box
Grav got the lean that means our lyrics straight drop
Twist weed with the codeine like a dreadlock
I'm so fresh and so clean yo hoe gon give top
Bitch stop I ain't got time for all that
I'm too worried bout the money for small chat
I done seen some ups some downs and some fall backs
Remember I ain't have shit now you see I bounce back
They say Ress hopped out the game
I say hoe you out your brain
It's the knowledge that I gain
Hey and you the type of man I ain't
You ain't even in my lane
Don't compare me to no lamez
T ress I swear that we
Both for sure have one thing
That's in common we both gotta lot enemies
Watching us but act like they are not listening
Obvious that we are bout to make history
Light up a swisha sweet got me all blunted
From night time to morning I'm always bout money
Stunning on bustaz I got em all wondering
How in the f*ck that they didn't see me coming
Up outta no where cuz I kept it one hundred
Learned the hard way man I'm not even fronting
I done hit rock bottom and felt less than nothing
Tried helping out others but got left with nothing
To show for and stuck out my neck just for what
So them f*ck boyz front like they come up all of a sudden
Can't trust any soul anymore cuz they f*cking lie
Swear to God none of this shit it ain't funny
To me honestly shit used to bug me
Can't even begin to explain how unlucky
I felt to have love for someone when they running they mouth
Cuz we brothers don't mean he owed something
Been here before trust me way too many times and I'm tired of the bullshit I'm gon
Expose all you jocking me giving no props to me
Cuz I done got all this shit on my own When it comes to this rapping man Grav bout that action no capping
I've lived everything that I'm saying
Developed my style implicated my sound in your songs
And you bitches act like you ain't take it punk
Like you ain't fake as f*ck
Like you ain't hate on us
Saying ya same as us
Boy you ain't made like us
Making up things bout my name can get dangerous
Hang it up
Brought your A game what a shame
It still ain't enough
Writer: Christian Perales, Michael Torres
Copyright: Lyrics © 2 THE FULLEST MUSIC, LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © 2 THE FULLEST MUSIC, LLC, O/B/O DistroKid