No Trace Lyrics

No Trace Lyrics

(Yeah, woah)
(Yeah, woah)
(Boom-boom-boom)

Walk in that b**ch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a b**ch off, know I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, sh*t look like mustard

Niggas be peons, they stealing the wave
Hating on me, 'cause I been getting paid
We don't duck smoke, nigga, we running fades
Niggas love actin' two-faced
Nigga wan' talk that sh*t, wait
Dispensary gas is not laced
My shooters never gon' leave no trace
Got a new mask up on my face
Yeah, I don't talk, know I move silent
Diamonds in my ear, they shinin'
I'm royalty, b**ch, Your Highness
Niggas love to betray my kindness, so I stopped that sh*t
Made a lil' band in an hour real quick
Goin' too hard, nigga, I can't quit
Gotta make one call, then we with them sh*ts, bah
I don't want her, I just want her friend
Got some sins that I need to repent
Smokin' gas, know it's hard, what I said
And no going back, this is the end
Got a Glock, and that sh*t got a twin
Run up on gang, and them bullets gon' send
Got too much anger, that sh*t really pent up, uh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wake up, and I'm blessed every day
Gotta distance myself from the fakes
I've been running from 12 and the Jakes
Niggas hating, not on the same page
Breakin' out of my limits, my cage
I remember them dark ass days
Now I'm rockin' out all on stage
Know I'm rockin' that Rick while you can't throw fits
Throw on my mask, we gon' hit that lick
Get off my dick, always wanna talk sh*t
Niggas don't wanna try, but they wanna come play
Nigga toting that AR, that real gun play
Put water on my neck, that sh*t feng shui
If you really 'bout this sh*t, nigga, slide my way
I know shooters that's gon' up the stick broad day, yeah
You wan' talk me like I'm not a hot f**kin' topic, b**ch
I'm hot as the f**kin' tropics, b**ch
Get on that beat, I'ma talk my sh*t, the f**k is this?
They mad at me, I seen some friends turn to enemies
You cannot f**k with my energy
I'm moving slow off that Hennessy, oh

Walk in that b**ch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a b**ch off, know I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, sh*t look like mustard
Had to cut a b**ch off, know I do not trust her
Might get a gold chain, sh*t look like mustard