Knott Strader - No, No, No. lyrics

[Chorus - 6Silky] If she won't f** me, ima' call her a** a hoe Call her a** a b**h Call her a** slow I won't be rejected, b**h your not Mutombo No, no, no No, no, no, no (x2) [Verse 1 - 6Silky] If she won't f** me then she must be gay If she won't f** me then i don't know what to say I'm so f**in' pretty, call me Lana Del Rey *Swag* (x2) Pull up on yo' block, spray her with K p**y a** n***a Boi, f** what you say? Smokin' all this dope like i stay in L.A I be shooting sh**, you can call me Klay Pull up on your block, spray her with that Glock Run up on a thot, Hoe give me top Hoe give me head, I'm tryna' get some bread I gots to survive, shouts out to Ned Boolin' in the cut, like i'm wearing red Smoke so much dope so it's mutha' f** the feds n***a, Ay. - Ay (x2) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Knott Strader] Ay To many people on my f**in' line You ain't got this, you ain't that for me? - Don't waste my time I told her, if she bring it back for me it should be fine & the sent is still burning from the other night I be saying no to all the ones that hatin' I be saving time & money, Understatement Sidelines for the sweepstakers Only got plans for the low but they be some fakers Pocket full of rhymes & some 1's in another one Only talking truth, counting 20's by the time I'm done Easy wins, i be catching 8 balls on a f**in' break Calling stripes, if i'm missing i'll just give in for the take 20 win sessions, i get plenty of them anyway Team is strong, we be doing numbers almost everyday Couple shots left? Yeah, I'm feeling Faded anyway You be hatin', your opinion doesn't matter anyways [Chorus] [Verse 3 - 6Silky] If she don't wanna' f** then she must be frontin' I'm hitin' home runs b**h, I ain't buntin' b**h keep playin' then i'ma start puntin' Kick a b**h out like it's muh' f**in' nothing Girl Scout Cookies & some f**in' RAW Papers I just smoke J's, i ain't f**in' with the vapers Young broke n***a' & i'm tryna get some paper Don't call my phone, i'll hit you back later I play Hoes like Lebron, & you play like the Lakers Ya'll say ya real but ya'll really just some fakers Let me see your b**h, i can take her Lemme' see ya Bihh', i can take her [Chorus]