Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy & Curren$y

Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy & Curren$y - No Sleep lyrics

rate me

I'm back up on my shit nigga

who the fuck don't stop me,

I want it, I want it, check me, I got this

I'm smoking out the LB, got only puff that green green

little nigga I'm FB, what the fuck you're gonna tell me

come and down in that shell B

cobra loud mow without the clothes on me smell lee

from the older of that..never sober I'm over

high on this poses, soldier I told ya

mingo roll and coka

they came not my hustle this hoes came to straight me I'm focused

I'm a real nigga take notice, my eyes low I'm soul it

the thrills on me spotted, no you can't afford these wody holy

kush smoke I'm load it, steady rolling up them..

stop because I'm like an.. yeah I do this all on me

back above me homie, I'm too real for this phonies

sitting low when this pony, smoking on them clouds

round round with the ozy bitch I'm bout to burn it down

you know

Hook:

Money all on my mind man, on the same more ground man

kill a kush am I lost too, got a nigga since sideways

on the same height for like five days, my eyes real what a slide grays

no sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up faze

Money all on my mind man, on the same more ground man

kill a kush am I lost too, got a nigga since sideways

on the same height for like five days, my eyes real what a slide grays

no sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up faze

Gucci the name dragon the..28 grams at that stinks

smelling like a bank, we too loud, we can even hear our sells think

in this deal shop we'll be eating don't sink

niggas will seek..end in this dump

we want wing seen it before

I've seen a lot humbs 'cause I don't blink,

money don't sleep so why I should I billions up

to the ceiling high, for I rest one up in my eyes

so I doubt that I'll be even be tired,

probably till be out,

looking to iller shit about fast the car to drive

rolling super sticky poke and pie test the rocks so why..

my bitch and my tie smoking

we maintain the champagne campaign toasting

click go champions baby tip my glass when you're pouring

this that rapper we hope be careful how you're smoking

my expensive on the bitch but I'll never let her holing

[Hook:]

And I'm on the same more grind man, same clothes for like five days

first thing was like 3 stacks, come bitches call me Andre

and the nigga must be all one, all insane try to try me

I call shots, I pour ring, nigga this time I do it my way

hundred racks in my all one, nigga touch that that's ..

hundred pounds at that loud pack, that cali kush that palm bay

hundred D but all real niggas, my hood nigga from around the way

hundred shots and they AK, they go down it's main thing

but I'm all to L like cool Jay, jet life to my goons day,

got a red head with cool straight, got a red bone who move way,

got a white girl who snarf shit, she thinks she miss scarface

better slow down before it's too late, she fuck around in OD

I'm lock it, but I'm hide up, sipping on that cold dean

my paint job be snow white, they yey yo, they cocaine

I spin heat, I spin flame, my straight name be propane,

that big body be too clean, huggin up like two lanes

[Hook:]

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