No League

[Intro]
Stuck with no league yeah
I say we bussing yo head

[Chrous]
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no leaguе
And If we catch him while he walking thеn we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head

[Verse 1]
I keep taking all these drugs I keep smoking this weed
And If he ever run up on me then we killing his team
How the fuck you niggas rappers yall can't even half read
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Its just me and my brother nigga know we don dada
You gotta watch yo fucking homies like which one is a rada
I done seen so much damn shit you don't know what i done saw
If a pussy nigga play then we shooting ya jaw
Rada rada rada rada like who tryna shoot with me
Bitch we'll run up in yo shit give me yo shit get on yo knees
We always aiming for the head we never aim for the feet
Gangster shit real life shit bitch we be sipping on codeine
Im like we spinning on these niggas tryna find where they be
We steady looking for the opps but they ain't looking for me
If a bitch nigga play we put him in the ground like a tree
Im like we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead

[Chrous]
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head

[Verse 2]
I called that hoe once never called her again
We spinning ya block we spin in a benz
We kill all ya homies we shoot at ya hand
Better take notes where the fuck is ya pen
Cause bitch we is rich we holding them bands
If yo ass play we shooting ya freind
We spinning ya block like a damn ceiling fan
Yo ass is gone die If you still even standing bitch
Bitch we hopping out on block bitch we killing every opp
If a nigga wanna play then his fucking heart gone stop
You'll think that nigga passed out the way his fucking body dropped
All that nigga gone see is heaven he won't even hear a pop
Im a fucking mad man don't make me get up out my top
You niggas jewerly and money is fake you pussy niggas be using props
Bitch we got choppas you get soaked with mops
Watch yo damn homies like which ones is gone swap
I don't fuck with nobody everybody's a damn opp
I ain't scared of nobody we killing them cops
A bitch nigga play his ass gone get popped
We got every gun we done cleared the damn shop
Niggas know what up with me we spinning ya block

[Chrous]
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head