P-90 Smooth - No Frauds lyrics

[Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth] We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum [Verse 1: Breezy Begets] One O I see the game made change a lot of players n***as taking pop shots, a lot of different haters Now I am spinning through blocks, cutting like a razor Mick Manner with the Mac, I ain't tryna graze ya I am a hit sh**, four pound big foot I make hookers pay me, I am on pimp sh** You n***as ain't poppoing off, you n***as is cut and soft Issue you a warrant, informant and b**h I've been a boss That's that maybach, banner like sayjack Harnesy gat me feeling like I'm a wack You need some help hommie, you keep yours in the trunk, I gat mine on me, hitting from a four story [Verse 2: Pusha Feek] I'll be on some heavy sh** All I do is heavy hit Double S camero feet I am riding on some chevy sh** Gingerbread man Coppers on some tryna catch me sh** and have me in a cell, quarantine with a celly stick I'm on some chedder sh** Felt like I made the weather switch Chase screaming checker boy Ab screaming seven sh** This is what you call fly Catch me on my feather sh** When the block's hot I'm sweating bricks and moving on whoever's strip What'd tell a b**h, she irrelevant, She ain't never took a ride in the devil's whip I was broke down, but when I got intelligent, I seen some paper and was getting to it ever since [Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth] We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum [Verse 3: P90 Smooth] Men I'm griding hard Yea I'm getting bread And if I ever get booked I'mma take my bed It's no rats in here It's just me, Ar and Auto Mack in here At the kitchen stove, top, cooking Crack in here You can grab it here But we don't need them pigs bringing bags here You can't tell, but it's a cartel mating here Yea, big men move like shark in here Open up a brick Stamp in a ciner Sky hook it in a pot, blue while cinder Men I remember, my first hit house A quiet n***a, but my gun gat a big mouth [Verse 4: Ar-Ab] Uhm They say you loose some, winner some I'm at the pot, trying to cook up my income New car, no miles and the rims done It cost about 10 stacks, just to rent one I wanna see these hoes face when the bent come Big bank rolls, the hurt couldn't have been one I gat a plug, when I call him, 10 come It's right, I send him back where they sent from Gone say it, but weak n***as show anger He pop coin the brick with a cohunger The brickman speak no anguish, he said how many, I put up four fingers [Hook: Porter Pacquio and P90 Smooth] We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum We go hard from the night to the morning. Morning OBH is all real, no Fraud. No Fraud We hit your crib, clear the fridge, clear the lown. Hum We snatch the kids, grandparents and the moms. Uh hum