No Reply lyrics

(Intro-Yamine)
Ho, ho ,ho, ho, 808 got this beat on fire man. I said This is the best nobody on my level. Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

(Verse- Yamine)
Yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah
f*cking' hoes, yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah
Oh, no, yeah,yeah yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
Nobody at my level
f*cked three hoes with the pedal
All freestyle right now
I'm sounding like Desiigner (panda)
Got these beats on fire
Drop the mixtape no retire
f*ck all you haters you a liar
No reply you a baby
All chicks gone, no maybe
Walk in the strip club
And they know what's up
All these bands coming out of my pockets
No Trump
I don't mess with these n*ggas
Cuz they too superficial
No more lies, I'm a killer
f*ck these hoes I'm a realer
No more shows they a Miller
f*ck my dudes they withers
All my chicks got the flicks
And we truned up
All my n*ggas got the dealers and we doped up
All drugged out
No Juicy J
All Yamine
Yes I own Taylor Gang
f*ck ST
Cuz he a fake
A lying ass n*gga get no b*tches
All he has is rakes
This n*gga a beast
I'm gonna eat
I'm gonna fish
While I'm writing my lyrics
Right now I'm freestyling
Ain't f*cking up no beat
If you want beef them send them n*ggas over here to me
Not talking gangster sh*t
Because I have a thirty round clip
All my n*ggas jealous
No I'm living it
I'm not meeting you
Cuz you a snitch
Once I turn around the corner my homies go live in it
My n*ggas got triggers
And we ain't no b*tch unless we got killers
My n*ggas official, like refs with a whistle
Ain't nobody got the nickel
Montana of 300 got the bars down on pack
Ain't nobody beating Yamine when it comes to raps
These n*ggas is some pussies that's why they ain't going nowhere with there raps
All strapped up and that's that
Ain't done with bullsh*t and that's a fact
Got more bars then half of these n*ggas f*ck all ya'll
Got no flaws, these n*ggas over here stealing from malls
I own the mall
Taking ya'll n*ggas money like some dogs
I prone ya'll
You n*ggas stuck in one place with the risperdal
Where you at
I though you come with that bat
I'm sitting here on the porch fully loaded
Waiting for yo b*tch ass to pop back
Blat, blat, blat, blat!!
f*ck you n*ggas
And that's a fact