No Good For Me - Jay Gwuapo Lyrics

RJ, R8
Or he might hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting he not with me
Only 10 in the clip this is not 50
Rus Baller
Chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi
I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me
Hold on
Tell me the nigga that act up
I call up Dula, he spin in the uber
But fuck it though bro come in masked up
Saying you got killers and you in the field
But yall got no bodies that add up
Papi my brother he crippin' for real
But most of my niggas throw hats up
I put an opp in the blunt roll the gas up
I'm tryna raise all the stats up
Rus Baller eat it if he food he get packed up
You ain't immaculate why you don't mac up
Hop out the range I can't hop out a black truck
Who would be down to come try and attack us
We finished with him, his body get wrapped up
I'm making money and building the trap up
RJ, R8
Or he might hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting he not with me
Only 10 in the clip this is not 50
Rus Baller
Chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi
I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me
My shooter be throwing them shots with me
If I pull up I bring the whole block with me
Walking around with a Glock with me
One call and them bodies gon' drop for me
Couple youngins they spinning the block for me
For that bag you know how they ride for me
Got a baddie she sending the drop
If you lacking we hitting his top
I keep a tool on me
Twenty thousand on some jewelry
They can never make a fool of me
Water drippin like a pool on me
Wait
I call up Gwuapo he bringing hoes to the mansion
We got em dancing
K Balla gon slide in the 550
And I probably gon flex the McLaren
RJ, R8
Or he might hop in the 550
If I know he ain't shooting he not with me
Only 10 in the clip this is not 50
Rus Baller
Chilled out
But don't make that nigga come slide with me
Bending blocks in the Audi
I hang out the passenger
He keep on throwing them shots with me