No Hesitation lyrics

[Intro: Konshens & Kenzo Balla]
No hesitation (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm coming, I'm coming (Like, like)
I'm coming to you (Grrah-grrah)
No hesitation (Elvis, grrah)
I'm coming, I'm coming (Grrah)
I'm coming to you (Grrah)
When the gyal dem want it, give dem! (Gang)
Anuh bag of long talking fi dem (Every opp shot)
Hours a morning, nature kick up (Everything dead)
When she a call, you better pick up (Grrah-grrah)
Girl, don’t play when it is that time (Trip)
When you've got me on your mind (Trip, trip)
Call me, and I'ma be there shortly (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
No hesitation, get to sprayin'
We gon' leave a n*gga where he layin'
Back out the chop if n*ggas think I'm playin'
Send shots to his face and rearrange 'em
If it's lit, make a move
TG be clickin', buggin' with the tool
Bharlie B gon' sweep him with the broom
Rayy B pull up, clear the whole room
n*ggas ain't flockin', they just dissin'
When I'm flockin', I ain't missin'
See 'em and drop 'em, leave him finished
Get up on 'em, we can't leave a witness
BNB, full of babas and b*tches
When we step in the spot, it get wicked
Spin the gates, got 'em hoppin' the fences
I'm a balla them n*ggas on the benches
She acting bad, or she tryna get neaky
Told her only if she lining Gzzly's
She like Kenzo got her moving sleazy
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch a PD
I know all these n*ggas wanna be me
n*gga mad 'cause his b*tch wanna eat me
She in the spot, I got her movin' treeshy
I'ma up it and aim for his beanie
Who that? Bro, back out the knocks
Everything dead if you jackin' the opps
Still sippin' wocky, mackin' with the wock
n*ggas know this sh*t'll never stop
f*ck Lil Pookie, we smoking his Pops
When we spin, we got him ducking shots
New opps linking up with other opps
So we spinnin' through a couple blocks, like
Dropping the Jet when I spin through they strip
If I spot Say Drilly, hit him in his sh*t
XD dumpin', this sh*t got a kick
One false move and we dumpin' the clip
Better run, cause it's tucked on my hip
Up, but they runnin', I hope n*ggas trip
It get lit when I spin with my grips
We gon' get up close and get him spliffed
Step in the spot, all these b*tches gon' shake it
I'm a Makk, I'ma get it and take it
Run down, boom at n*ggas in they faces
Lil' n*ggas better tie they laces
Cause my n*ggas coming to ball out
I been flockin', tryna take 'em all out
.30 clip on me, I hope it don't fall out
Free all my demons, they need to let my dawgs out
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Gang, move tact with the sitchy
The opps on my di*k, I already know them n*ggas hate me
I could never go out like KD
Died on his block, n*ggas saw it in HD
Free West, free A1, I know they can't wait 'til that day come
Opp n*ggas dyin', I think this the 8th one
We gon' slide through the 8 with like 8 guns
Where Yus, where Nesty?
Tryna send them n*ggas with they bestie
Got a thot, her name Lexi
I'ma flock while she driving the renty
All I need is a perc and I'm deady
So I'm only gon' f*ck if she let me
Pour a 6 in the duece, get heavy
I never be lackin', I'm totin' on Becky (Like, what?)
It get messy, If I spot me a Vato, I swear I'ma click 'til it's empty
Oh, it's 8th to the Gates?
n*ggas linkin', they thinkin' they safe
I'm 5th to the Sev and I'm Big DOA
n*ggas always politicking on my name, like, what?
What you did for your gang?
n*ggas told me you put in no pain
You walk with a gun, but never let it flame
Dubski punchin', bussin' my brain
Mexi, Louchie, Mexi got pained (Mexi)
Like, none of my opps did a thing
Suck my di*k, I'm every O shot
TG this, TG that, TG the reason your mans got clapped
Please stop saying my name in y'all track
This for reaction n*ggas to react
Everything is facts, I ain't got to cap
Eddy got stripped, now, we know that's a fact
Then he made a track, that's what made me mad
Rah, Rah got left in a cab, Yus Gz got hit in his chest
Damien LV got in his neck
Like, what? How y'all smoking my dead?
n*ggas is pus*y and that's on the set
I'm always outside, I ain't see n*ggas yet
You run into me, n*gga, everything dead
Oh, you thought I forget what you said?
Talkin' 'bout how you smokin' my dead
Talkin' 'bout you gon' take off my head
Smoking on Rah, how they left him, dead
I'm just glad they hit him in the head, grrah
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot, everything dead
Like, Big DOA, grrah
Grrah, grrah