No Cosign

Look it (I'mma tap in, 88, he got the chops on him)

Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it

Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s

To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it

She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine

And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign

Ayy, what it is, bitch? What it do, ho?

If she ain't suckin' or fuckin', then she can move on

She just want to come and chill up in the studio

We ran the choo-choo train 'cause she ain't new to those

Do my thing and pass to the team, then she get booted on

And why you lovin' on that bitch? Ayy, she a booty call

And, yeah, I call her a ho, you call her beautiful

I be with thugs, you be with nerds in your videos

Poking his chest out every time he start rapping

But I'm the one that'll catch him in traffic and do him tragic

Hit a couple licks just like this gun got magic

I'm the maniac in black and when I see him, attack him

You don't gotta ask about the kid, I check up

Check my resume, hard body and straight thug

Hella young, running amok, and real ones show love

If they speakin' on my name, when I see em' they know what's up

Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it

Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s

To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it

She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine

And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign (ayy)

Bitch, I'll hit that road like Jack

Oh, that's your boy? I hit your bro with a MAC

She want a face to face, only hit from the back, ayy

She want a kiss, but I gave her some dap

The face okay, I only hit 'cause she got ass

She getting on my nerves, but she all about her bag

She setting 'em up and I run in with a mask

She fell in love with a thug 'cause she knowing I'm the man

He get out of line, I'mma put him in place

Andy Ruiz of the streets, I'm the champ and the heavyweight

Your bitch was a ho, man, she been bust dates

I was Benny of the sandlot, I been run plays

One of the faces of the town, so watch your face in the city

Why would praise a group of lames? Man, you gotta be kidding

They don't want to get at me, they know I mob way different

I hit the club with a banger and the mob in the building

Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it

Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s

To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it

She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine

And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign