Issue No 114 N O To Bmore Lyrics


N.O. TO BMORE by Issue No. 114

(Verse)
They ass backwards, I'm laughin passin them niggas
I lap em, they lack tactics
I'm last dragonin niggas, I glow
Have a nigga put the pound on em
Like we #'in if the cash laggin
It be half ass and see the mack flash
He would disappear like we snap chat
We got 100 ways, cash stack and we've been runnin plays, you can ask Matt
And how we do it we do it did it pivot
On the fuckin block like we did it
Critics stand back nigga can manage that nigga
Nigga put the caine out and they playin past niggas like

Your bitch blow me then burned down the blunt
I texted turn up, she said turn down for what?
Don't! bitch I ain't with losin
Since the dope was getting whipped then get the whips moving
And it's still dope whips cuz my shit movin
I be countin money like shit foolin
No ceiling on the Ghost, probably chillin with yo hoe
Steady getting to the millions in the building with my bros
Man these niggas don't know I'm finna kill em on the low

(Hook)
This how we kick it, you witness the sickness
Got me a bad bitch, I stunt life got this sick
Rippers be pussies like I bought my basic
And bitch I'm gon cake, I'm gon bake like it's biscuits
I be from indo, he be from pimo
Slag me a queen like she from living single
Bossing like Nino, we trippin like Ringo
Still bitches gon get pictures like my new single

(Verse)
Fishy never I'm thinkin
Water so deep they sinkin
Rappers be steppin up and I lay em down like Abe Lincoln
Niggas ain't seein me, I swear to God they be blinkin
Blowin on that kush, I swear to God it be stinkin
For breeze fresh if a nigga gotta move with it
On that purple stuff, and sumize and ooze in it
When I step out and stripes and ass moves in
Time piece look nice, just have some tubes in it
Game flashes, my game passes
I'mma be the best J out bitch, better than Dane Dashes
The same bastards from A laggin
You niggas still test the beast and unleash the tamed dragon
My flame swaggin and lip draggin, I'm hot boy
I been a G and I'm juvenile like them hot boys
I'm on fire, hottest shit I've been spittin
Spittin this shit I'm livin and God is my only witness motherfucker\

(Hook)
This how we kick it, you witness the sickness
Got me a bad bitch, I stunt life got this sick
Rippers be pussies like I bought my basic
And bitch I'm gon cake, I'm gon bake like it's biscuits
I be from indo, he be from pimo
Slag me a queen like she from living single
Bossing like Nino, we trippin like Ringo
Still bitches gon get pictures like my new single

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