No Clue Testo

Testo No Clue

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't even know what a nigga talkin' 'bout, really
Ayy, ayy

I was walkin' down the street with a case of that dank
I'ma beat on her face
Slam it motherfuckin' shake
I need motherfuckin' cake
I need money up in chase
I'ma pull on her lace
Like the motherfuckin' Grinch, I'ma motherfuckin' take
What the fake talkin' 'bout? Bitch, yes I run a sack
I'm a motherfuckin' shark, you a motherfuckin' trout
I need gas, I need gas, don't need no god damn ounce
Need a pound of that loud
I'm a dog, I'm a hound
Where the blunts at? Where them runts at?
I'ma punt that, you can't hunt that
Where your gun at? My bitch ass fat
I'ma beat her back, ayy
I'm a fuckin' man, ayy
The gun go, "Doo-doo-doo-doo"
I like my fuckin' money blue, ayy
I'm rockin G-star, Got no Trew, ayy
Lil' nigga, you don't have a clue, ayy
Bad bitch play with my dreads, ayy
Nigga, you heard what I said, ayy
She playin' with my third leg, ayy
I'ma crack her open, like a god damn egg, ayy
That's the money countin'
She wanna bite me, quarter pounder
Smokin' that gas, on Pinnacle Mountain
I'm a big shark, you a damn salmon
CEO, why you walk like that?
Cause the bankroll and the Glock in my pants
She's singin' my songs as she doin' my dance
This real life, we don't cap for the 'gram
Put a G-wagon in the garage
Smokin' moon rocks make me moonwalk
Neck on froze, like Guwop
She like, "Where you from?" Bitch, I'm from Little Rock
In Atlanta, I go to the cookout
When you suck my dick, bitch, stick your lips out
Like you play "Bop It, Twist It," I'ma tap out
NV Live we gon' bring all racks out
Money [?]
I'm good with the rock, I might finger roll
Am I a player or I'm a coach?
Bitch, I'm the shit, I do what I want
When I wake up, I take all my vitamins
Party with the snowbunnies, they drinkin' Heineken
I'm in the Wraith, she just wanna come ride in it
It with some backwoods and galaxy lights in it