PËËZY - No Limit Lyrics

Make a bitch say, "Uh, " like I'm P
I been seein' murder
I'm 'bout it 'bout it with them P's
Nigga stutter like Silkk the Shocker
He see that piece
Treat the plug like the dealership, nigga
Hand over them keys
Nigga owe up, he better hand over that cheese
'Fore I drop a bag on you and
That shit be out my reach
Thousand dollar t-shirt on up under the mink
All-white AP
You can see it through my sleeve
Been off the porch
I'm the man in the trenches
Ask about me, nigga
I got my hands in some millions
All my bitches bad, Celine bags on they arm
YSL crocodile from gettin' beans
Out the pharm'
I ain't on IG with it, I'm in the field
I ain't never ran from no
Nigga and never will
Jus got off the plane in
Atlanta with seven seals
Nigga, I make deals
Want them houses on the hill
Mascot for this designer shit
Every time I drip
Put a ten in my wall safe every time I flip
Plenty different hustles
Got my hands in all kind of shit
Never turned back the first time
I paid my mama rent
Never f*cked a plug over, name one hundred
I'm like Candyman, a nigga say my name
I'm comin' when they see us in the club
Niggas hide they woman street nigga
F*ck the same hoes as Andre Drummond
Bitch, I ball, I don't hoop
In the mall, me and Snoop
F*ck a nigga whole bag up, go home and recoup
Titty bar ran outta singles
Had to make 'em reboot
Go to war with this money
F*ck you boys wanna do?
Tenth car this year, third watch this month
Jackie Chan around this bitch
I do my own stunts on my wintertime grind
I sat down four months
Three-five in one Backwood when I roll blunts
They ain't f*ckin' with me, not at all
Shit come easy, I don't try to ball
Get all in a bitch head like Tylenol
Real killers on my team ridin'
With me right or wrong
Better have that shit you rappin' 'bout
Before you write a song
Niggas wanna trick me outta my position
If you really tryna eat, I got a proposition
Thirty racks on me
But I ain't finna cop a chicken
Ghetto Boyz, nigga
I don't see no competition
Can't do no dirt with these
Niggas 'cause they'll tattle
Who got the most cheese in this
Bitch? Let's have a battle
So many f*ckin' snakes in the grass
Can hear 'em rattle
I said f*ck the new 550, I want a Phantom
You need it, then we got it
Come get your hands on it
And it can take a two
Go put some extra grams on it
You better use your head before I
Put some bread on it
Niggas start some gangster shit and then
They put the feds on you that's crazy

You know what we do, nigga
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, nigga