TBB Cole - No Clue (feat. Lowkey 83) Lyrics

Huh Yuh yuh
Aye talk to em nigga
Yuh (yuh yuh)
Aye me and my nigga emoney on this mf
TBB nigga
Yuh yuh aye aye aye
Speak lil nigga who you (speak)
Why the f*ck you think you a goon (why you do it)
Ima shoot this fye in a straight damn line and the feds won't have no clue (on god)
No witness ain't no proof (none)
My sprite a 4 not a 2 (Issa 4)
These niggas be speaking on plays that's that shit I cannot do ( yuh yuh yuh yuh)
Really step you can't walk in my shoes (at all)
Nigga flex take em down for them blues (gimme dat)
Ima chef cookin dope like some food (Oouu)
F*ck and duck I'm not trynna be rude
Baby trippin like she was my boo (the f*ck)
Pussy tight she got grip I salute (Oouu)
Keep a pipe on my hip ima shoot (fa fa)
Police search but they ain't got no clue (dumbass)
Ain't got no clue
On god
Ain't got no mf clue (yuh ima talk my shi nigga)
Ain't got no mf clue (yuh yuh)
Ain't got no mf clue (yuh yuh yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh yuh
And you know that I'm scootin and bootin (watch me scoot)
Get it fast while I'm acting a foolie (get it fast)
Run it back cuz I'm all about cash smokin this sticky you know that it's gooey (ughh)
Suckin dick yea she makin a movie (suck it up)
Mix it up in the yo like a smoothie (mix it up)
Bitches be tuggin and pullin a nigga trynna take off my dooey (bitch stop)
Ima pimp that's my hoe I'm her dad (pimp)
Give a bitch sum she might never had
Take em down Ian wearing no mask (come here)
He a bitch make that boy piss his pants (haaa)
Up draw down wit da Glock and he ran (bah bah)
Get a nigga knocked off for a band (bah bah)
Junkies knocking shit out for them xans
In da trap wrapping dope in Saran (Trapp)
Say E we goin crazy
Back in black just like the 80's
You pop out I'm gon pop out they don't want us to get crazy
We can't be lazy (we can't be what)
Bitch you brazy (bitch you thought)
You must den lost yo gahdam mind bitch u crazy (you insane)
Speak lil nigga who you (speak)
Why the f*ck you think you a goon (why you do it)
Ima shoot this fye in a straight damn line and the feds won't have no clue (on god)
No witness ain't no proof (none)
My sprite a 4 not a 2 (Issa 4)
These niggas be speaking on plays that's that shit I cannot do ( yuh yuh yuh yuh)
Really step you can't walk in my shoes (at all)
Nigga flex take em down for them blues (gimme dat)
Ima chef cookin dope like some food (Oouu)
F*ck and duck I'm not trynna be rude
Baby trippin like she was my boo (the f*ck)
Pussy tight she got grip I salute (Oouu)
Keep a pipe on my hip ima shoot (fa fa)
Police search but they ain't got no clue (dumbass) (83)
No they don't want no smoke (on god)
I'm in this bitch I brought the glizzy strapped up In my coat (I'm strapped)
Her pussy fishy i can't hit it so I had to go (eww)
Lil nasty bitch she like to lick it so she give me throat
Yea she so nasty but im classy (she what)
I get dope and then I pass it (I dish it)
Make it disappear like magic
Cast a spell she turn to ashes (I cast it)
I'm so flashy (I'm so what)
I'm so braggy (aye I'm so braggy)
These bitches looking for me just send the addy (aye bitch send it)
Why his pants so baggy he stay saggin (yea)
Keep that ratchet and money on him he havin (racks racks)
All the shit that he got it ain't come from rappin
Yelling gang but they sweet and they all faggots
They yelling to who
Better know we gon shoot
Better handle yo crew watch his chest turn to food
Problems get solved by a couple of fools (of fools)
And the forensics ain't having no clue (Gang)