No Lames lyrics

[Chorus: Fat Trel & (Nooney)]
Swear to god can't f*ck wit no lames, wish a n*gga would take my chain
(I wish a n*gga would f*ck yo' b*tch) Hol' up n*gga, I ain't got no b*tch
He broke, he ain't got no bricks, these n*ggas ain't hitting no licks
These b*tches ain't taking no trips, I'm like "Wait, she could take my di*k"

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
b*tch, you ain't hittin' no lick, here's what it takes just to make my list
I want grace by the lake while you pour me up an eighth, no way, no fakin' sh*t
Yo' n*ggas is fake as sh*t, my n*ggas got weight on rips
I say "hey, it's a DC way", they say them DC n*ggas don't play
My b*tch told me I'm cray, I been putting up with her all day
Two things my b*tch can't say is I'm broke or the period late
I put 5 fingers in your face, I just learned to stay in my place
Ain't buy those pistols for play, I'mma aim to hit at yo face
These b*tches ain't suckin' no di*k so you know they ain't taking no trips
These n*ggas ain't hitting no licks so you know they ain't selling no bricks
I make the baker wait to go whip, I know the waitress patient as sh*t
I can give or take, I know you miss me, bae, but I was counting paper wit my clique, b*tch

[Chorus: Fat Trel & (Nooney)]
Swear to god can't f*ck wit no lames, wish a n*gga would take my chain
(I wish a n*gga would f*ck yo' b*tch) Hol' up n*gga, I ain't got no b*tch
He broke, he ain't got no bricks, these n*ggas ain't hitting no licks
These b*tches ain't taking no trips, I'm like "Wait, she could take my di*k"
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
n*gga, you kissed that b*tch? That b*tch just sucked my di*k
You told that b*tch you love her, that b*tch just f*cked my clique
Man its a god damn shame, f*ck n*gga you a god damn lame
I got chrissy name in my chain, I wish a n*gga would take my chain
I got shooters on the roof like Gucci, Dirty dude with the crew thats oochi
New hit video thats movie, four stacks for the verse thats boosi
Checkerboard LV thats Louis, Double G's on me that Gucci
Watch what the f*ck you doin', I'm a winner, I don't do much losing
What the f*ck is we provin'? Shooters shootin' at students
36 in my ruger, clip is long as a ruler
Teachin' kids but I'm schoolin', b*tches see me, they droolin'
33s in them Ewings, f*ck police is no truant

[Chorus: Fat Trel & (Nooney)]
Swear to god can't f*ck wit no lames, wish a n*gga would take my chain
(I wish a n*gga would f*ck yo' b*tch) Hol' up n*gga, I ain't got no b*tch
He broke, he ain't got no bricks, these n*ggas ain't hitting no licks
These b*tches ain't taking no trips, I'm like "Wait, she could take my di*k