[Lyric] No Tears (King Uub)

[Pre Chorus]
I get money while sleeping, these niggas hate for no reason, all of yall trippin ,we all could be eatin
Im saying my grace with my food on the plate
I get calls during dinner, yall gotta just wait
Hey, order some foreign desinger, its coming today
Yuh yuh, skrrr , skrrr
Eating her pussy it taste good( uh)
Left her on open a broke book (yuh)
Everytime that im walking they all look (yuh)
Yeah im smokin on leaf not a backwood (yuh)
Empty a clip and they all shook (and they all shook, and they shook)
Put a pan on the streets let the song cook (let the song cook, let the song cook)

[Chorus]
I got cars and they coming with racks and some bitches we party real hard, and i play wit the kittens
My flow be like AG its switchin positions, put drip in my linen, my bitches be drippin
She love my voice, she said, sex in her ears, overcoming her fears she gon look in the mirror
I got stories to tell you, gon make you rethink bout yo life, i swear its gon have you in tears

[Verse]
Cruise in my town with the top down
They be hattin on me cause im up now
When they see a lil money they come around
Look how i fuck on this bitch yeah she cummin now
Too much of you talking yall niggas some rats, yall rap about shit and we know its not facts
Not facts then you might as well call it no cap (hold up, what??)
Yall probably lie when you snitchin
Can't think bout the past we was livin
Lord had me learning and buildin
Said the Lord he had different intentions
Living in shelters, it felt like a hotel, feeling real lonely, i need me some more girls, lil mama real thick she got dumb curls, took her down to the sea she got dumb pearls, she was looking for me its a small world
You was running away cause you scared of my opps
They shooting real good that you thought they was cops
Need me protection im coppin a Glock
Need more protection my hands on cross
I need some wisdom my hands on a cross
[Pre Chorus]
(Iiiiii) I get money while sleeping, these niggas hate for no reason, all of yall trippin ,we all could be eatin
Im saying my grace with my food on the plate
I get calls during dinner, yall gotta just wait
Hey, order some foreign desinger, its coming today
Yuh yuh, skrrr , skrrr
Eating her pussy it taste good( uh)
Left her on open a broke book (yuh)
Everytime that im walking they all look (yuh)
Yeah im smokin on leaf not a backwood (yuh)
Empty a clip and they all shook (and they all shook, and they all shook)
Put a pan on the streets let the song cook (let the song cook, let the song cook)
[Chorus]
I got cars and they coming with racks and some bitches we party real hard, and i play wit the kittens
My flow be like AG its switchin positions, my drip in my linen, my bitches be drippin
She love my voice, she said, sex in her ears, overcoming her fears she gon look in the mirror
I got stories to tell you, gon make you rethink bout yo life, i swear its gon have you in tears

[Verse]
My life changing put tats on my face
You cannot find me I'm not in ya state
I'm not in ya country , I'm not on a plane
I'm on a yacht, got my wrists on froze
They fuck on the yacht, all these bitches on froze
She hiding her diamond inside of her toes
Molly and Kylie they necks is on froze
She want a bag just to get a fake nose
I'm bouta rob me a store
To remind me a nigga was poor
Used to shoplift at the clothes
Now I'm wearing exclusive dior
I brought a chick my house, she was gettin impatient , she crazy we fucked at the door
We was playing good music all night, woke up in the morning she said she was feeling real sore
[Pre Chorus]
I get money while sleeping, these niggas hate for no reason, all of yall trippin , we all could be eatin
Im saying my grace with my food on the plate
I get calls during dinner, yall gotta just wait
Hey, order some foreign desinger, its coming today
Yeahhhhhh
Eating her pussy it taste good( yuh)
Left her on open a broke book (yuh)
Everytime that im walking they all look (yuh)
Yeah im smokin on leaf not a backwood (yuh)
Empty a clip and they all shook (and they all shook! And they all shook!)
Put a pan on the streets let the song cook (let the song cook! Let the song cook!)

[Chorus]
I got cars and they coming with racks and some bitches we party real hard, and i play wit the kittens
My flow be like AG its switchin positions, put  drip in my linen, my bitches be drippin
She love my voice, she said, sex in her ears, overcoming her fears she gon look in the mirror
I got stories to tell you, gon make you rethink bout yo life, i swear its gon have you in tears