No Point lyrics

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Quality Control


[Intro: Kollision]
I know they mad, these n*ggas livid
I know they envy, I can see that sh*t so vivid

[Chorus: Kollision]
No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, sh*t I worked so hard to get it
Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that sh*t so vivid
I'm poppin' sh*t, I got 'em mad, these n*ggas livid
No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it

[Verse 1: Kollision]
Came from trappin', n*gga having like I'm scammin'
My b*tch so classy, ass so fat don't need no panties
The plug didn't show no love, we ran off, he was taxin'
I f*ck her on the floor, I put racks in that mattress
And my b*tch a diva, ayy
She bad like a cheetah, ayy
And she mad I just beat her, ayy
In that pus*y Ike Tina, ayy
Came from whipping up Tina, ayy
Get you pressed like a Kleenix, ayy
They dig my demeanor, hey
My b*tch got a bag, come from Birkins
These ain't tinted lil n*gga, these curtains
I ain't f*ck with you when I was hurting
So I don't f*ck with you when I be splurging
Where the f*ck was you when I was lurking?
Could've been doing numbers like jersey
Got my feet on they neck, show no mercy
b*tch don't tell me my shirt made in Persian
Sorry no, sorry no apology
She give me head like she knowledge me
I know my mama so proud of me
I am so fly like a pilot be
b*tch turned me to a savage
Shoes came handcrafted
AMG, 4Matic
[Chorus: Kollision]
No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, sh*t I worked so hard to get it
Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that sh*t so vivid
I'm poppin' sh*t, I got 'em mad, these n*ggas livid
No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Soon as I open my eyes I'm going to get it
This money keep calling
Went to sleep in the trap house, woke up in a new foreign
Shows coming in back to back, swear to god it feel like I'm tourin'
Label keep trying to get at me, I don't answer, I just ignore them
Dripping on them n*ggas on a daily basis
Givenchy laces, Tom Ford specs
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me, I'ma die for my respect
I'm a young OG, from the streets
I been going crazy in Givenchy, I been poppin'
Yesterday we had a full shoot out in the 'partments
The police say they know what I be doing, they can't stop it
I told 'em I'm a rapper, ain't no trappin', I'm an artist
Hundred racks stuffed inside these Balmain denims
Screaming free all of my dawgs
If they get jammed I come and get 'em
Some of this sh*t I can't believe, I be like look at me
Man this sh*t was just a dream, now I get twenty racks to speak
[Chorus: Kollision]
No point intended, I just made a quarter milly
Invested in me, sh*t I worked so hard to get it
Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot
They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it
I know they envy, I can see that sh*t so vivid
I'm poppin' sh*t, I got 'em mad, these n*ggas livid
No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it
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