No Features lyrics

[video intro]
Wassup
Wassup
Trill!
Whoo!
Sauce
JRag
JRag
TSF

[album intro]
Wassup
Wassup
Trill!
Whoo!
Sauce
Ok, I'm reloaded
You ain't seen no sh*t like this come out the H in about 10 years, huh?
Welcome to my neighborhood
It's ya homie Mr. Rodgers, DJ sauce Rodgers
Sauce dat
See we don't do this sh*t to often, but when I do you know it's official than a mother f*cker, right? Haha
TSF
The sauce twinz
In sauce we trust
[Chorus]
All my n*ggas is creatures (they creatures)
I put that on Jesus (on Jesus)
AK's and street sweepers, my n*ggas a reach ya
I'm down for my people, but a f*ck n*gga ain't gettin' no features (not ever)
All you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features (no way) (not ever)
I can't hear wit no f*ck n*gga
Can't get no sec wit no f*ck n*gga
Never chat wit no f*ck n*gga
Never take a rock for a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
And you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features

[verse 1]
n*gga f*ck a feature, pus*y I don't need ya
Rappers ima eat ya, rappers ima creature, rappers ima teacher
Call me Hakeem (Hakeem)
Call me the dream (the dream)
Lost the purp, but now we sippin' the green
We gotta lean, f*ck do you mean?
All you n*ggas rappers, all you n*ggas cappers
All you n*ggas actors, all you n*ggas not factors
Smoke a n*gga like tobacco
Close the book and your chapter
You [?], you [?]
Sauce
And now, I'm tellin' the truth, I'll show you the proof
Ask about me b*tch I'm triller than you, so post it as you
212 to braze wood in a taliban
I could bick back on 89, bleed a my man
And my [?], I'm a blood of the streets
They know me, you n*ggas is phony
You n*ggas jabroni's, n*gga who yo big homie?
[Chorus]
All my n*ggas is creatures (they creatures)
I put that on Jesus (on Jesus)
AK's and street sweepers, my n*ggas a reach ya
I'm down for my people, but a f*ck n*gga ain't gettin' no features (not ever)
All you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features (no way) (not ever)
I can't hear wit no f*ck n*gga
Can't get no sec wit no f*ck n*gga
Never chat wit no f*ck n*gga
Never take a rock for a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
And you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features (never) (not ever)

[verse 2]
n*gga f*ck your plug, n*gga f*ck your ice
Probably went to college, probably had a job
Mama raised you right, now you sippin' sprite
Now you drug dealin', now you thug livin'
Till a n*gga run up on you wit a pistol, is you still wit it?
n*gga up the 40 on ya broad day, hit ya face wit it
Ain't no balls n*gga, ain't no laws n*gga, boom ya fall n*gga
Unlike y'all n*ggas I'm really out here, and I'm bout it
My mama smoked dope when I was comin' up
I ain't have nobody
But the streets, and my daddy
I thug n*gga
Cold cases, [?]
Pimp hoes from foreign races, and sell dope to [?] chasers
Really though? (Really)
Thought I told you n*ggas I am so Diddy hoe (Diddy Diddy) (I'm Diddy)
And I'm a be the n*gga that's gone bring back the mother f*ckin' city hoe (on sauce)
Oweeee, sauce dat
Splash town that's my city, and the feature pussies ain't gettin' that
[Chorus]
All my n*ggas is creatures (they creatures)
I put that on Jesus (on Jesus)
AK's and street sweepers, my n*ggas a reach ya
I'm down for my people, but a f*ck n*gga ain't gettin' no features (not ever)
All you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features (no way) (not ever)
I can't hear wit no f*ck n*gga
Can't get no sec wit no f*ck n*gga
Never chat wit no f*ck n*gga
Never take a rock for a f*ck n*gga
You a f*ck n*gga
And you f*ck n*ggas ain't gettin' no features (not ever) (never)

[video outro]
I don't want to do a song with none of you n*ggas

[album outro]
I don't want to do a song with none of you n*ggas
I f*ck with the young n*ggas, n*gga
Splash town n*gga, HTX man, f*ck these old n*ggas