No Sleep

Lyrics

Mingo
 Yea
 You know
 Life
 You know
 Yea
 You know
 My lingo
 Yea
 Put a lighter to that shit
 YeaI'm back up on my shit nigga
 Who the fuck gone stop me
 I'm on it, I want it, check this, I got me
 I'm smoking out the LB, I only puff that great green
 Little nigga I'm FB, what the fuck you're gonna tell me
 Coming down in that shell B
 Cobra loud motor, the clothes on me smelly
 From the odor of that douja never sober
 I'm overhigh on this posers, a soldier I told ya
 Mingo roll and coka
 They can't knock my hustle this hoes can't distract me I'm focused
 I'm a real nigga take notice, my eyes low I'm so lit
 The threads on me sporty, no you can't afford these woadie
 Holy kush smoke I'm loaded, steady rolling up them swollies
 Stuffing cones I'm like cannolis. yeah I do this you dont know me
 Back up off me homie, I'm too real for these phonies
 Sitting low in this pony, smoking on them clouds
 Riding with a oz bitch I'm bout to burn it down
 You know
 Money all on my mind mane, on that same old grind mane
 Killa kush in my lungs too, got a nigga sittin sideways
 On the same high for like five days, my eyes red with a slight glaze
 No sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up phase
 On the same old grind mane, Money all on my mind mane
 Killa kush in my lungs too, got a nigga sittin sideways
 On the same high for like five days, my eyes red with a slight glaze
 No sleep until I'm paid, I'm stuck on this come up phase
 Gucci link, draggin the mink, 28 grams of that stank
 Smelling like a bank, weed too loud, we can't even hear our selves think
 And it's still shark week you'll get eaten, don't sink
 Niggas will signal your ending, it's done with one wink
 Seen it before
 I've seen a lot homes cause I don't blink
 Money don't sleep so why should I
 Billions up to the ceiling high, foe I rest one of my eyes
 Tho I doubt that I'll even be tired
 Probably be out looking for iller shit to buy, faster cars to drive
 Rolling super sticky porcupine testarossa open wide
 Me my bitch and my tires smoking
 We maintain the champagne campaign toasting
 Clicqout champions baby tilt my glass when you pour it
 This that rapper weed ho, be careful how you smoke it
 Might spend some on a bitch but I'll never let her hold
 And I'm on the same old grind mane, same clothes for like five days
 First lick was like 3 stacks, them bitches call me Andre
 And a nigga must be on one, or insane tryna try me
 I call shots, I pull rank, nigga this time I do it my way
 Hundred racks in my armoire, nigga touch that that's gunplay
 Hundred pounds of that loud pack, that cali kush that bombay
 Hundred deep with all real niggas, my hood nigga from around the way
 Hundred shots and they AK, if they go down it's mayday
 But I'm on two L'S like cool J, jet life to my dooms day
 Got a red head with street cred, got a red bone who move weight
 Got a white girl who snort shit, she think she miss scarface
 Better slow down before it's too late, she fuck around and OD
 I'm low key, but I'm highed up, sipping on that codeine
 My paint job be snow white, that yayo, that cocaine
 I spit heat, I spit flame, my street name be propane
 That big body be too clean, hoggin up like two lanes
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Duration
05:22
Key
2
Tempo
143 BPM

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