(feat. Kill Kyleon,Felon)



[talking:]

G-g'eah, g-g'eah

G-g-g-g-g'eah, nope



[Yung Ro:]

Got that poppy, I'm at the top I'm one

You're not you're dumb, slow daddy ay watch it son

Before I cock back the banger, and pop the gun

Have your moms like, not my son (no no no)

Ay I get real serious, about my currency dude

Fuck you up, and send you straight to the emergency room

Have your people waiting on the doctor, hoping you get well soon

But when he come out that room, he like (no no no)

That mean he didn't make it, they like why the violence

Bitch this organized crime, and we move in silence

So when you think you got away, and the coast is clear

The ghost is here, Nobody (no no no)

Ay say don't try that, we don't like that here

We hype like g'eah, live life like g'eah it's like that here

Don't talk to police, bet not talk to them people

I'm like officer I got amnesia, (no no no)

And I'm digging in your broad, and she loving the meat

Got her moaning screaming twisting loud, hugging the sheets

Oooh, she love daddy cause he fuck her right

What's my name, she stutter like (no no no)



[talking:]

Nobody bitch, it go down

I got my nigga in here with me, (Killa)

G'eah it go down (yeah yeah g'eah

I'm up in here mayn), say Killa

(ay ay ay) kill these niggaz man (ay ay ay ay)



[Kyleon:]

I'm a pimp, Kyleon put bitches in they place

I make em walk that track, or put stitches in they face

Fuck a pimp cup, cause I can't stick it in my waist

Pull it out cock it, then stick it in your face

Love getting money, so I can stick it in the safe

And I ain't finna stop, until it's a mill ticket in the safe

So give me that ounce give me that brick, give me that drank give me that dro

Try to make a move and run nigga, (no no no)

I keep bullets for you, and them niggaz you hanging with

You fuck around, you'll be the new Color Changin' Click

You'll be the next turkey, with gun powder stuffed and in your body

You ain't fucking with Kyleon, you ain't fucking with (Nobody)

Y'all cake ass niggaz, must be out of your mind

Don't make the nine pop, and bust some'ing out of your mind

You motherfuckers out of line, cause you suck to me

Even if rap was a threesome, you still couldn't fuck with me naw



[talking:]

G'eah (Nobody), Nobody nigga

It go down mayn, ay Kyleon man

I appreciate you coming through, fucking with your people huh

Speaking of my people man, I got my nigga Felon

(I'm right here nigga) bet that let's do this



[Felon:]

I spit flames, like pyros

That'll get you high lifted, like cheifing on hydro

Nigga, I'm nice with the blody blow

While you dudes spit, trolly flows

And that's a, no no no

Even seen poke yo hoe, stro' post though

Bending and rolled, I'm filling the do the whip and the fo'

And you know what it is, it's like (no no no)

Nigga, you not up to par

We not at the bar, we pouring bar

Hoes be like what the fuck, you slurring for

I'm like hold up trick, that's a (no no no)

Bitch, don't make wipe you down

Just get in the truck, and let me pipe you down

Pass you round, then drive past you clown

Now she thinking like, (no no no)



[talking:]

G'eah that there, that was my nigga Marvo

AKA Felon, AKA Mic Burner, AKA Nobody

AKA I'll Break Yo Face If You Fuck With Me

G'eah and we doing it in here man, big g'eah