No Mercy

Doo-doo-doo

Uh-uh, yeah (Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)

Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit

She can pass to my brother 'nem (uh-uh-uh, yeah)

Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag

I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga

Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass

Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that

I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack

I don't want no more percies

I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)

I can't show no more mercy

Covid-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask

I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains

When you shoot, ain't no runnin', we dumpin' back

Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag'

Just to make sure we slump 'em, we gon' double back

Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can, Savannah

My lil' murdered one in the new Atlanta

So, they say on my head it's a hundred racks

I even got smoke with my own kind, if I tell 'em, yo' chain get snatched

Who the fuck you been talkin' to? I'm just askin'

Nigga, y'all got my number, but makin' captions

Nigga, since when these niggas been oversteppin'?

Boys up in the air, so I been givin' passes

Paranoid everywhere, so, I keep a ratchet

Bet that cutter gon' make 'em flip like a faggot

I just buried a hundred inside of a casket

Treat my bitch like a Barbie, just bought her plastic

If you don't like me let me know, boy, you know that you a ho

Big check like Nike, that's for sure

But, yeah, this pipe still in, for sure

Before this music shit, I ain't care 'bout money, I was shootin' shit

I don't care 'bout who you is

Your dude a snitch, these niggas know my crew legit

Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)

Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit

She can pass to my brother 'nem (uh-uh-uh, yeah)

Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag

I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga

Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass

Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that

I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack

I don't want no more Percies

I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)

I can't show no more mercy

Covid-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask

I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains

Don't do no kickin', got to get it

I'm tryna get all of my niggas from out of the trenches

I gave her racks for some game

I covered her up in Dior, but mostly, it's Fendi

My bitch be walkin' 'round with a million

I took her wrist and I set Richard Mille

Look at the diamonds, her bracelet's tennis

Told you to tell 'em it's gon' be a killin'

Really rich, fuck nemesis, I'm the villain

I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley

I tell it right how it is, killers they keepin' it real, I'm returnin' them with it

Already know how I'm is

One of them niggas gon' die when I come to the city

Four-door matte Jag' with a sack, got the strap on his ass

Nigga play, let it clap, get back

Playin' with the bag, out the flap, it's a wrap

Let it bang at his cap 'til his ass get smashed

From the hotel, we could pick up some bitches

Turn off her phone, she don't know where we at

Loaded, gone, tell her, "leave me 'lone"

I'm the one holdin' them racks

I'm the one flooded with cash

But, once you get high with it, it'll never come back

Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)

Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit

She can pass to my brother 'nem (uh-uh-uh, yeah)

Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag

I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga

Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass

Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that

I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack

I don't want no more Percies

I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)

I can't show no more mercy

Covid-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask

I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains