Kuttem Reese - No Statements lyrics

Intro: KuttEm Reese] Look, we ain't getting on no live, ni**a We ain't sending out no threats, ni**a, look Who the fu*k is KuttEmReese? Who the fu*k is that? (Who is that?) I'm finna show you right here I'm finna show you right here Look [Verse 1: KuttEm Reese] We ain't sending out no texts, ni**a We ain't getting on no live talking about beef and sending out threats, ni**a All you ni**as crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, ni**a Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that ni**a Every time I come, I come direct, ni**a, get your aim right He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? I wasn't even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right fu*k the red and blue lights, we still gon slide, we doing it the same night I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that ni**a lost his damn life I got em hot, I know he mad I got em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence How the fu*k Imma rapper and be KuttEm Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling sh*t I would have caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal sh*t Y'all ain't really care about y'all ni**a Y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church This for that ni**a screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt For that ni**a screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt Rrahh, rrahh, CKN, b*tch [Interlude: Lil Durk] Smurk Hah, I'm with real gang members in this b*tch right now, real killers for real, bro [Verse 2: Lil Durk] Get on ni**as asses, you fu*k with them ni**as, we don't give out passes Them ni**as was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes Dissing me ain't safe, this sh*t for real, my sh*t gon' come with caskets I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them ni**as asking Lil' bro give headshots for real Calm bro down, he off two pills Slide on opps, bro got the wheel Black box on the Glock for real Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, sh*t, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby We don't stop at those, you crazy? I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer eighty Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, b*tch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this sh*t? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again Let's get it [Outro] Yeah, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm, mm Mm Mm, mm, mm You can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfu*ker Gang, gang, gang