Nobody Interlude
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets c'mon
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
C'mon
Ain't nobody got time for that ha ha ha
Ain't nobody got time for that
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
Them other niggas ain't as hot as this you know my style legit
I'm pricey with the feature need them Boity kinda deals
Pressure turned me to a polished diamond you can count on me
I'm styling on these counterfeits while tryna count the chips
Need my pockets fat about a bitch I need my wallet thick
As Nadia got a squad of riders We ain't bout the politic
Look away passes and it's like we don't know how to miss
99 thousand problems I ain't trippin bout a bitch
I ain't sleeping not a wink
Since I got it this is not a trick I'll simplify it
It ain't tricking if you got this shit
I'm a urban legend not a myth I'm fucking proud of it
I ain't got a pick a side but they ain't got a side to pick
Nobody
They ain't got a style to pick
And I'm the one who got the sound at any moment
Not to flipping niggas
Got a lot of lip
And don't know how to plot a lick
Niggas switching up their stories
Cause I gave the plot a twist yeah
Next season catch me in designer kicks
Meeting with my lawyer reading clauses in the finest prints
Prospects like a college kid who got a scholarship
And my condition kinda mint
I got the mayo condiments
Fuck opinions
Fuck a comment
Cause the sauce just gotta drip
I fucked up commas buying shit
That prolly cost about a brick
And yeah i'm flossing I'll admit
It's for the culture
I'll show you trilly kick the flyest shit
I'm not the one to try with
Back and fourth across the country peep the tech rider bitch
Need a cheque as big as Riky's peep the threads and hide ya bitch
I remember how my teacher said I won't amount to shit
But I made it off a rhyme and Never had to try and fit
Into skinny jeans I know you see the wallet bulge a bit
And what's the fucking budget kinda like the way this Prada fits
Up the fucking budget need to cop my kid a lot of things
Wanna send him back to creché in some Balenciaga kicks
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
C'mon
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
C'mon
Ain't nobody got time for that ha ha ha
Ain't nobody got time for that
I don't want nobody fucking with me in these streets
Writer/s: Ginger Trill
