#NoTrace lyrics

by

​mol$


[Intro]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]

[Verse: mol$ & Timothy Bright]
Uh, I-I'ma go f*ck someone better (Better), I'ma f*ck someone worth cheddar (Yeah)
I know I gotta go get her (Yeah, yeah), she touching up on my Beretta (Yeah)
That's leverage and I'm a bad-b*tch, and I got real green like cabbage
Yo' girl she think you average, no cap, I'm a real-life savage, yeah
My n*gga, I'm moving fast, no time for ass, if you say slick sh*t then I gotta blast
Gotta blast? Man I gotta blast, gotta be quick-sh*t, man, I gotta pass
All of you pus*y-ass-cappers that's talking bout doing, this doing that
n*gga, y'all wack, worried 'bout mine
I don't care for you rappers that's talking bout hoes and gats, all of y'all cap
Who the f*ck you think you talking to? pus*y-boy, better tuck your shirt in
Wanna picture with the squad, but you gotta work boy, gotta earn it
I see all this hate they spewing from they mouth, don't wonder what they talk about
That pus*y-boy said that I fell off, he still working at Taco Bell (Ha-ha-ha)
Head it stay straight, don't got time for distractions
I ignore the hate, I don't hand out reactions
Made sure n*ggas ate, I been full of compassion
'Cause when I was eight, I was begging for rations
Bro told me, "Go off", I had to go do it
I'm spitting out verses, these n*ggas they chew it
These n*ggas they chew it, they eat it up, they eat it up
My meat in they mouth, I'm eating her out, b*tch
How could you say that I'm talent-less?
Everything that I put out is astounding
I got like four or five dots aimed at your head
I'm at your crib, yo' b*tch giving me head
Tell me she love me, I leave her on read
We told you before, we making this bread
So go ahead, I guess I'll listen instead
Sending shots at yo' kickback, n*gga, you pus*y
Sitting on songs, send 'em to her, she gushy
She liking the voice half-gay, she a hippie
She try to act Coy, no Leray like I'm Trippie
If he wanna talk, then it's B's to the face
Magazines loaded, twin gripping the K
Don't want no violence, I don't want no case
If you wanna talk sh*t then we leave no trace

[Outro]
Fetch me their souls
Humiliation
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
Bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
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