Letra de No Discussion

RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch
Aye, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O]
Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?
Why these niggas so mad?
Probably 'cause yo bitch want an SOB nigga
'Cause she tired of yo ass
And I'm still wit' the same niggas I was raised wit'
'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang shit
And that's why, bitch I'm too anti
I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I
'Cause she only want a nigga 'cause I'm on nigga
Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong nigga
Buffed up like a strong nigga
12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown nigga
You got the right nigga, but the wrong nigga
Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone wit' ya
If you ain't a loyal bitch, can't get along wit' ya
If you a broke nigga, I can't smoke no strong wit' ya

[Verse 2: Daboii]
I don't send 'good morin' texts', I'm the nigga who receive 'em
These hoes ain't shit, I'ma dog 'em and I leave 'em (fuck that bitch)
Cut a bitch off, you the nigga tryna keep 'em
Prescription through the buffs, fuck niggas I don't see 'em
Aye, and what these lil' niggas mad fo'?
How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles
Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro
I'm married to that cash, fuck a bitch, I'm a asshole
Black nigga wit' the Mac like Bernie
Bro got the .30, he'll shoot like Curry
Tints on the buffs, mothafuckas get blurry
And niggas talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried
If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone
And how these niggas real? They get to runnin' 'round and tellin' hoes
White frames see through fake like a telescope
These bullets comin' to a nigga live like it's Periscope, gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa
T.O got the stock 20, five shots fo' four niggas
Knew what these streets was when a nigga dove in 'em
See you broke hoes a mile away, I got ho vision
Quit shootin' at the ground, tryna have a nigga toe missin'
I'm up top wit' it, tryna have a nigga dome missin'
If yo bitch slide, she give all head, no kissin'
Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this ho trippin'
Pause bitch, I'ma mothafuckin' dog bitch
And I stay strapped like I never go in raw bitch
Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't gon' spark shit
Gang full of demons, ain't no nigga finna cross shit
Bro's turned to fake niggas, swear I hate snake niggas
Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint niggas
7.62's for you suckas and who hang wit' 'em
SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin', bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame