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Artiste : BlocBoy JB
Titre : No Topic Pt 2
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Hah
Hah, hah, hah

Hell nah, I ain´t squashin´ beef, I ain´t no peacekeeper (Nope)

Get up out my way, you see me drivin´, I´m a beep-beeper (Skrrt)
Phone call from big bruh, say he ain´t feel ´em, shit, me neither (Me neither)
Talkin´ all that rah-rah, tell that nigga close his dick-eater (Bitch)
This chopper, it hold a hundred, jawbreakers like Double D (Word)
Had to save racks for some money, shit, I been to Chuck E. Cheese (Chuck E. Cheese)
Frrt, that´s them switches, 5.56s, take every one of these (Frrt, frrt)
Huh, baby missiles, bullets sting ´em like a bumblebee (Doon-doon-doon)
Yeah, Adam Sandler, with my clique, these niggas comedy (Hah)
I´m startin´ to look at these niggas like, "Damn, wasn´t you just under me?"

Yeah, man, these niggas wee-oh-wee, I call ´em Bobby V (Wee-oh-wee)
Yeah, when you see me, you better dip ´cause you gon´ die in peace (Die in peace)
Naw, hundred K ain´t nothin´ to me, I count that in my sleep (Yeah)
They been hidin´ over seven days, I swear these niggas weak (Woah)
Her last nigga ain´t put her on, that´s why she fuck with me, uh (Fuck with me)
I´m a Crip, when we in the hood, she walkin´ by the C (Crip, Crip)
Ayy, all these rings and all these chains, no nigga touch one (Nope)
I´m tryna see which gun he had that day so I can buck somethin´ (So I can buck somethin´)
All these niggas suckers, let ´em play, we goin´ dumb dumb (Dumb dumb)

Slidin´ with three lil´ ninjas, he get rocky, up the Tom-Tom (Huh)
Booked brodie for a show, couple thousand, take his top off (Top off)
Niggas playin´ ´til I tee off, I ain´t never been to Topgolf (Hold on)
The way this lil´ bitch fuck me, she damn near done knocked my socks off (Socks off)
Got a condom in my pocket, but round two, we goin´ raw dog (Let´s go)
Uh, where you goin´? Come back here, take your drawers off (Let´s go)
Huh, what you sayin´? Call me daddy, who´s your pawpaw? (Let´s go)
I ain´t gon´ lie, lil´ mama, that head fire, but that pussy a ten
You don´t need no ass shots, if that cat fire, I´ll buy you a Benz (Skrrt)

Grabba and paper please, I roll me a spliff, I don´t do the LooseLeaf, uh (Gas)
These niggas duck, duck, duck, up with the Glock on a goosy (Rrah)
Eastside Crippin´ like Raymond and Tookie, smokin´ OG, I do not do the Toosie, uh (No)
I send ´em home with my tooly, banana clip, lemon squeeze, that bitch is fruity (That bitch is fruity)
If it is beef, ain´t no way we stop it
.223 freeze a nigga like the artist
Fifty-round mag with the double cartridge
Leave that boy on the street like the garbage (Like garbage)
Roll a nigga like a Taki
I need the cheese on the green, broccoli
I don´t need niggas hatin´, they can´t stop it (They can´t stop me)

And I made this shit with no topic, nigga (It´s no topic, bitch)

Yeah
Them niggas can´t fuck with me, man
Niggas can´t even fuck with a motherfuckin´ hair on my chin, huh
Niggas´ best play is to stay in they place in they place
On my mama
Um (Um), um
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah