TRADEMARK DA SKYDIVER - No Sleep lyrics
rate meLingo! Yeah, you know, right
You know, yeah
My lingo, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I'm back upon my shit, nigga
Who the fuck gonna stop me?
I'm on it, I want it
Check this, I got me!
I'm smoking out the LB
I only puff that great green
Lil nigga I'm FB, what a fuck you gonna tell me?
Coming down in that shell B
Cobra like moda to close on me smelly
From the odor of that..
Never sober, I'm over
High on these poses it's soldier, I told ya!
Me go round and...
they can't knock my hustle
These hoes can't distract me, I'm focused
I'm my real niggas take notice!
My eyes low, I'm so lit...
No, you can't afford these... homie!
Cush smoke I'm loaded...
I'm rolling up them... stuff
because I'm like the..
Yeah, I do this on me
Back upon me homie, I'm too real for these phonies!
Sipping low when it's phony
Smoking on them clouds, run with the Ozzy
Bitch, I'm about to burn it down
Chorus: (x2)
On that same old grind, man
Money all over my mind, man
On that same old grind, man
Kill the Cush in my lungs, too
Got a nigga, inside ways
Wanna stay high for like five days
My eyes red, but it's like glaze
It's no sleep until I'm paid
I'm stuck, I'm gone let's come up face
Gucci Mane dragging the main 128 eight grams
And that thing smelling like a bank
We're too loud, we can even hear ourselves think
And it's still sharp weak, you'll be eaten...
Niggas will signal your ending, it... one way
I've seen it before, I've seen it loud,
homes, cause I don't play
Money don't sleep, so why I should I?
Billions up to the ceiling high
Before I wrest one of my eyes
Though I doubt that I'll even be tired
Probably be out, looking for illest shit
about to buy fastest car to drive
Bonus super sticky porky pie
Test the rods around open,
me and my bitch and my... smoking
We maintain the champagne, campaign toasting
Click old champions, baby, tell my glass when you're going
It's that rapper weed, be careful how you smoke it
Like spend some on the bitch, but I never let hold it
Chorus: (x2)
On that same old grind, man
Money all over my mind, man
On that same old grind, man
Kill the Cush in my lungs, too
Got a nigga, inside ways
Wanna stay high for like five days
My eyes red, but it's like glaze
It's no sleep until I'm paid
I'm stuck, I'm gone let's come up face
And I'm on that same old grind, man
Same.. for like five days
First ... was like three stacks
Them bitches called me Andre
A nigga must be on one
Or insane trying to try me
I call shots, I pull...
Nigga is time I do it my way!
Hundred racks on my all one
You can touch that, that's gonna play
Hundred pounds of that loud...
That Kelly Cush, that Bombay
Hundred deep, but a real nigga
It's my hood niggas, from around the way
Hundred shots in the aka
If they go down it's mayday
But I'm all to hell like cool G
Jet like to my doomsday
Got a ring here with...
Got a red bone who move way
Got a white girl who snores shit
She thinks she is Miss Cold Face
But I slow down before it's too late
She fuck around all day
I'm low key, but I'm high up
Sipping on that cold...
I spit heat, I spit flame
Our street name be...
