No Apologies Testo

Too many sticks in the car
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a choppa
I'll do a nigga five in this Impala (Duse, make it slap)
It get checky, I pour up and then dine
Don't look me in my eyes, you should really call your mom
We double parkin', should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy, we do this all the time
You say it 350, you should between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas on my mom On my choppa, you don dada
It get real in the field, I won't bother

Everything ain't what it seems
Now everybody tryna leech
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah, and it ain't nothin' new to me
So, baby, come through and takе that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And thеy say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes

I heard my brother got indicted for the flip phone
Same night I missed your bitch, I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life to get my wrist froze
It ain't simple, shout-out Drakeo
I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fightin' life and he tellin' shit Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant

Everything ain't what it seems
Now everybody tryna leech
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach
Yeah, nd it ain't nothin' new to me
So, baby, come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes