DRILLA’ – No Libs

DRILLA’ – No Libs Lyrics

Artist: DRILLA’
Song: No Libs

Lately I been sliding
Big bro say, “You gotta chil on doing these hits”
Like ain’t one of the hottest n#gg#s in the city doing this sh#t
And they know I’m big dog, we ride with fullys in the whip

And we don’t care who you with, you can get fully with your b#tch
Ayy, young big dog for real
Might f#ck this lil’ b#tch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it’s my turn again

I still don’t say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
Tell ’em suck my dick if they hating me
They probably just mad they ain’t me

Parked, two hundreds, some shots, hot as hell like
Told this lil’ b#tch she gotta go
She was sucking dick and scraping me
She weak b#tch, she lazy, I’m high as hell where space be

I’m smoking Bob-O, that’s the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherf#cking door mat
12 like, “Damn, where is the door at?”

It’s Wick, b#tch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain’t tryna hear sh#t, slide through, clear sh#t
It’s Wick, b#tch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh#t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit

Y’all n#gg#s talking all that sh#t but ain’t never took no life
Y’all n#gg#s talking all that sh#t, don’t even got no pipe
When you n#gg#s talking sh#t, we really come through sliding
But y’all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y’all ain’t sliding, b#tch

Young big dog for real
Might f#ck this lil’ b#tch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it’s my turn again
I still don’t say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends

And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
I done say a lot sh#t on these songs, a lot people hate me for it
Tell they #ss they can suck my dick, a lot people pay me for it
It ain’t my fault your homie got killed

Ain’t sliding, he hating you for it
We in the S, it ain’t no chance
I’m smoking Bob-O, that’s the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that

Might just bring it to your motherf#cking door mat
12 like, “Damn, where is the door at?”
It’s Wick, b#tch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain’t tryna hear sh#t, slide through, clear sh#t

It’s Wick, b#tch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh#t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y’all n#gg#s talking all that sh#t but ain’t never took no life
Y’all n#gg#s talking all that sh#t, don’t even got no pipe

When you n#gg#s talking sh#t, we really come through sliding
But y’all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y’all ain’t sliding, b#tch
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From the album:
No Libs (feat. Drilla) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021