No Bars - Acapella

(I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)

(What up Noc?)

What you workin' with?

Yeah, what you workin' with?

Uh, what you workin' with? (Show a real **)

Uh, what you workin' with?

Pay for this **, ** (yeah), get yo' bands up

Oh, you ain't trickin', **, I'ma hit yo' mans up (the **)

Cold-ass cocky **, fur in the summertime (brr)

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a ** fine

**es always in my business, "JT, what you really do?" (What?)

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)

I'm a real big dog, **, you a Scrappy-Doo

Doin' all that wifey ** knowin' he don't ** with you

Poster girl **, in yo' ** dreams

I'ma hold a semi, bust whoever in between (bop)

Gangster **, JT, Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps, yeah, they ain't said a thing (shh)

I'll be damned, **, you know who I am, ** (huh)

Long way from crackin' cards and pullin' scams, ** (yeah)

**es on my **, pretty like a transgender (ow)

Sit this ** on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty floors up, can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (ayy)

Told my ** twin **, V8 the motor (skrrt)

Self esteems drop every time I show up

Yeah, wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (ice, ice)

Shut Marni down for some furry slides (sloppy)

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies (huh)

Cop me Chanel, **, thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid (yeah)

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades (yeah)

And I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing

I ain't gotta do a motherfuckin' thing, ** (period)

Told y'all hoes I don't work jobs

I am a motherfuckin' job

**es always in my motherfuckin' business

Worried about what the ** I got goin' on, ho

It's City Girl ** (ho)

Even when you think it ain't City Girl **

I'm a City Girl, **

Second verse to you hatin' ** hoes (tired **)

Who get mad every time I strike a pose (damn)

I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes (yup)

Hood **, dressed like a weirdo (huh)

Run away, now I'm steppin' in some runway

**, you can't ** with my on yo' birthday (never)

Free my real **es, Corrlink and J-Pay (free my **es)

You gon' be home, ** what the judge say

I'm low-key, **es ** with my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype, nah, y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that **, give a ** who don't like me

It's grind time, no flossin' (let's get it)

Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in

These **es tired, they exhausted (tired ** hoes)

Got **es tannin' for this dark skin

**, I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (baow, baow, baow)

Yeah, I'm really from them trenches

Pretty-ass lips make these **es cop syringes, mwah

No bars