Mayalino - No Service lyrics

rate me

It’s early in the morning, I’m cookin on the stove

Choppa fully loaded, crack is getting sold

Baby mama trippin, bitch I’m bout the toes

Bitch shut the fuck up, the plug is on the phone

I got million dollar flow, where the fuck is sposed to go

I got 3 more coming man, they knockin on my door

50 birds coming, man they blowing up my phone

50 birds coming, now let’s get the shit going

I ain’t ate in 3 days, I just wanna go home

I ain’t showered all day, I just wanna go home

I don’t wanna count shit, I just wanna go home

I don’t wanna wait shit, I just wanna go home

Kiss my baby on the forehead, your daddy ain’t dead

Kiss my baby on the forehead, I ain’t see the feds

You know I’m getting money

When they face turning ugly,

Tell the jacker to his face,

You ain’t taking shit from me

I got 20 chains on, audemar on

Rolex on, play clothes on

You know I leave a dream,

What the fuck do you want me

I got all this shit without jimmy ivy

I got cars, and them hoes ain’t lease

I got the house, and that bitch ain’t lease

When the strippers get to talking

Now the haters get to talking

When the people start talking

Now the people start watching

I’ma keep on balling, judgement day coming

Jesus pay for my sins, so I’ma spend more money

Tell the da to his face, you ain’t shit on me

Tell these broke ass rappers, y’all ain’t got nothing on me

20 thousand for the kilo, they wanna buy some more

600 for the con, they wanna buy some more

60 for the china, 40 for the tub

Million dollars all hunneds, can’t fit in one car

Some people gonna live it, some people gonna talk it

Givenchi and louie and the gucci in the closet

Fredie sb’s belinciagos in the closet

Choppas in the closet, pistol’s in the couches

I don’t need rain nigga, we ain’t got no roaches

I did it with the cane, I made it with the cane

Cocaine body, call these bitches key chained

Know the feds listenin

Say it by the code

Price is so high, we just sell it by the o

V coupe pedal, 40 point bezel

Diamonds on the jesus face, I ain’t no devil

Hereditary curses got me looking out the curtains

Limousine to churches, homies in the hearses

The phone got me nervous

I ain’t got no service

Don’t answer that bitch man, I ain’t got no service

Decline that shit man, I ain’t got no service.