No Bars

(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 **) 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' cars and pullin' scams, ** (Yeah)

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

Sit this ** on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty flows up

Can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up (Ayy)

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

Self esteem drop every time I show up, yeah

Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five (Ice, ayy)

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 'bout what the ** I got goin' on, ho

Hahahaha, it's City Girl ** (Ho)

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

(I'm a City Girl, **)

Second verse to you hatin'-ass hoes (Tired-ass)

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

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

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-ass hoes)

Got **es tannin' for this dark skin

**, I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots, I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes (Bop, bop, bow)

Yeah, I'm really from them trenches

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

No bars

滚动歌词&翻译贡献者：猫小弟